My Crimson Kisses.

I know she's better looking,
but it doesn't have to stay that way.
You have a thing for blood,
and there's a gun pressed to my brain.

Your shocking fetish could be a statement
about the kind of guy you are,
but I have a fatal attraction
for what I judge as dangerous.

So tell me, if I bleed,
will you love me more?
Could you kiss me through the crimson?
Would you admire all my gore?

I can play dirty,
Oh, I can play red.
If it means you'll want me,
if I'll be yours instead.

This knife on my arm,
adrenaline rushing...
You kissing my neck,
with my veins gushing.

I won, I'm victorious.
Paying such a small price,
to say I earned your kisses,
by ending my life.