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Prints in Red
Dear Love,
So here I am again, writing you my heart--the one that wouldn't beat that night. You bled, I cried. It wasn't right. And I write to you my heart--the one that's shattered into pieces. I couldn't understand your reason.
The tears, they fall upon this page as I write for you, my love. Where do we stand? What are we now? If you can, please let me know.
Because the wind, she howls, and she's screaming now your name--the one that's printed deep in red
Love Always,
My Pretty Blade
Dear Love,
Now please remember dear, this song is just for you. I write for you, and not for him. So try to forgive and forget my sins. This song's for you--it's not for her. I'll try to forgive and forget though it hurts.
The pain, it falls upon this page, as I write for you, my love. Who am I now? What am I to you? If you can, please let me know.
Because the clouds, they're bursting now, and they weep and cry your name--the one that's printed deep in red
Love Always,
My Pretty Blade
And Dear Love,
Please promise me, never to forget, you're not the reason I died my love, but you are the reason I lived.
So hold me and we'll sit inside, where the wind can't scream, and the clouds can't cry.
Or together, we'll leave, hand in hand. The choice is yours--Bleed and be damned? You could take me back into your arms, or condemn us both--
Love Always,
Your Heart
