It’s not your fault I’m bleeding red,
It’s your fault for cutting me open.
But I still love the pain
because you’re the one who caused it.
Is this wrong?
It feels right because it’s you.
My heart s breaking,
It’s breaking in two.
It’s pthetic to see myself like this,
but I no longer care;
Love made me stupid.
I can no longer see anything but red.