Stains on the neck from when we cried   Those bloody tears   Each note I wouldn't play   Compounded another one of your fears      Blood on the strings      I can't bring myself to change them   It shows that once I felt something      I dreamed that you weren't really gone   But hiding in our loft   Turns out there were some things I might have said   If we'd had the time      Death on my mind      I cut my finger   I cut my-   It fucking hurts   Now I only speak to you   Through written verse      How I wish this would change   Have our past and present erased   Have you never leave me alone   Have my darkness seep into your soul