Blood on my hands
With tears falling down,
People might think that I killed someone.
Only to find it was me in the end,
They'll start assuming things again.
I stutter and shake
Trembling through those crimson reds
I'll paint myself grey
As I stand on the verge of life and death
I'll look back once again.
As I look into my eyes again
I'll see myself change
Even at that moment of death
As my life slips away from me
I'll still find another me begin.