With a blood-soaked hand
I fall from this world
With a tattered, worn heart
I search for my soul

With a glove-laden hand
You reach out to her
With a warm loving heart
You forget you're my cure

With a blood-soaked hand
I search for my strength
With a tattered, worn heart
I fade into the rain

With a glove-laden hand
You move on from here
With a warm, loving heart
You give up on me

With a blood-soaked hand
I reach to the dark
And with a blood-soaked hand
I give you my heart


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