I keep our memories
Locked inside
A heart of glass
Where love collides.
In my glass heart,
Is our first kiss.
We were so naive,
How did it come to this?

The first lush crimson line
Formed straight across my wrist.
For you I loved,
For you I missed.
Keeping all the memories locked inside,
I ran away.
I had to hide!

So, there I was
Bleeding upon your tombstone
R.I.P, BABY,
I love you so...

 
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