It haunts me that my pain pours out in symphony,
When measures and harmony can rip my insides out.
My passion is the blood that drips from open wounds.
A best friend's creation captures the essence of my sorrow.

I unravel as my defences wither.
My devotion is stirring ablaze.
Another tearful ending as notes strike the pain
My hands begin to tremble,
As all of my emotions are stirring ablaze.
Another tearful ending as notes strike the pain
My hands begin to tremble.
My passion is the blood that drips from open wounds.