Bloodstains
Half empty glass been scattered on the floor
Please don't make it last, someone may hurt to the core
I have stood strong and careful not to fall
For this I know: Love is for weak people.
Wounds heals so fast
But their words make it lasts
By then, I learned to shut all the doors
To never answer when someone calls.
I found companion while I'm astray
But the closest are the ones who betray
It's a world where two things I don't believe: Love and Promise
A world where noise is your peace and you'll be killed by silence.
I lost myself and I'm searching for it
I open my eyes; I'm standing on a cliff
A wrong decision and a simple rope
Can end all the light and hope.
Warm tears running down on my cold face
I'm catching every tear drop to leave no trace
It's too hard to catch, too hard to bear
I've used all my masks, no face to wear.
I finally had a strength to refuse
But it only left me confused
Now I'm in a corner full of pain
Watching my hands with bloodstains.
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