Tears of Blood
4:34 p.m. * Saturday, Sept. 27, 2003
Your crown is tainted
Your thoughts a blur
Emotions are fragile
Behind closed doors
You weep and you rage
And hold yourself hostage
Then make yourself sleep
for sake of forgetting
Saying its not your fault
While believing it is
Convincing yourself it's ok
Through your tears of blood
The needle, it pierces
The flame, it burns
This pain leaving scars
It's your way of forgiving