I've tried to save these words for you, but you only push them away. So these words I save no more. I'll puncture them like wounds you wished be gone in pray. Its now time I hold this hand up high to hold this pain above. In your tears you cried them sore. Tears of blood I could not care to be of love. Red, black or blue your scars are all the same to me. Colors of emotion its all a just. Serve them well in dream to form reality. I give you this hand no more for life to death. This mind sees no trust. So breathe it in, because this moment is your last breath.