So the mourning after heartbreak got me tearstained    And all my cries have hurt my sides in losing you pain   All these bruises and misuses will become scars   Just a norm for tragic born with all their broken hearts      I’m losing grip   Only holding on by finger tips      Cry crimson tears without you   Cry crimson tears without you   Cry crimson tears without you   Crimson tears      So the morning before heartbreak has not yet broke   But my heart bleeds through my flesh in crimson I soak   All this pain corrupts my soul discoloured within   All the crimson is my prison formed from tainted skin      I’m losing grip   Only holding on by finger tips      Cry crimson tears without you   Cry crimson tears without you   Cry crimson tears without you   Crimson tears