Her Bloodstains

Her bloodstains on my hands

are what you'll always see.

Whenever you look at my face

you'll always hear her scream.

I could say I didn't know,

and it wouldn't be a lie.

But you'll never accept it

even if I try.

I know that it's over.

I know that you're too far gone.

Her death overshadows

our everlasting bond.

What happened to the girl I knew,

the one so bold so strong?

She's gone and I can tell

she'll never come along.

So I'll pack my things and leave this place

with my heart and my soul dry.

I know it's what you need

even if it makes me cry.

My ignorance in this whole scheme

you'll never understand.

No matter what I do or say

you'll see her bloodstains on my hands.