Cut Me And I Bleed You


I’ve been thinking about you whilst running through the fire of life,
As I’m drinking in your nectar and dying inside.
This sacrificed soul, so soulfully rejected so many times,
Is still thoughtfully asking itself why I must cry,
Tears of fire through blinded eyes.

So heart-shatteringly cast aside by the Gothic bride,
With pale green eyes, now forever entwined with death, I smile
And in a short while I have walked a mile,
In someone else’s shoes and I see the light on the grail.
I’ve kissed the rose and my hope has set sail;
It is because of you I prevail.

If you cut me I will bleed you;
You are inside me, with me and all around me.
If you cut me I will bleed you,
Because my love for you is the only thing I need.

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