Black Gloves

Somewhere far below,

A sadness deep inside,

A voice inside my head,

Telling me to let go

Standing in the rain,

Buried in the ground,

I watch myself cry

These black gloves,

Cover my scars,

But they won't stop the bleeding,

Of my heart,

Of my heart

Roses are red,

Tears are blue,

I am sad,

And so are you

Under this bridge,

Water so clear,

Splashes my face,

Consumes me

These black gloves,

Cover our scars,

But they won't stop the bleeding,

Of our hearts

These black gloves,

Cover our scars,

But they won't stop the bleeding,

Of our hearts

Maybe I,

Wanna know,

What it's like,

On the other side,

If I try,

Hold my hand,

Slip away,

With me