Cassie Steele

So the mourning after heartbreak got me tear-stained
And all my cries have hurt my sides in losing you pain
All these bruises and misuses will become scars
Just a norm for tragic born with all their broken hearts

I'm losing grip
Holding on by fingertips

Cry crimson tears without you...
...Crimson tears

So the morning before heartbreak has not yet broke
But my heart bleeds through my flesh, in crimson I soak
All this pain corrupts my soul discolored within
All the crimson is my prison formed from tainted skin

I'm losing grip
I'm holding on by fingertips

Cry crimson tears without you...
...Crimson tears