A crimson rose turning black. Two solid slits in my wrist! Laying on my back there's no turning back. No- turning-BACK!
Peel away the mask. Ill reveal my open wound! What was once concealed is now no longer a surprise. In spite of my heart ache, your heart attack was fake! Your unwanted sympathy a lie! Your 'help' never sufficed! Now I'm laying here in hope to die!
This crimson rose is black as pitch, cold as night. Seven solid slits in my wrist, I can't achieve my fix! (FOREVER NUMB) Forever on the run!