Red on her hands  Remembers the blood they used to share  Bleeding again  Too many wounds she could not mend.    Bullet in hand  It's just not the gaze without the stare  Washes her hands  and nothing remains the same in here.    If only you could be  Some where else inside of me.    Wake me up I'm dead  Is it something that I said?     Red in your hands  Know that I could just not pretend  Bleeding again and again  Too many wounds she could not mend  Bullet in hand  Nothing remains the same in here.    If only you could be  Some where else inside of me  If only you could be  Some where dead inside of me.    Wake me up I'm dead  Is it something that I said?    If only I could be somewhere else.    Wake me up I'm dead  Is it something that I said?