The hotel walls are shaking.
The bathroom walls are wet.
Inside the mind is crippling
Let's turn around and not forget.
That the girl lying in your bed is getting colder as we wait
And the sheets are getting warmer with her beautiful sea of painted colours flowing her from her creativity.
Her canvas that paints blood around her veins and at her chest.
Her cavity of heart filled spaces has a hole where you pushed that knife deep up to the crest.
Don't cry now baby dear don't leave your tear drops on those crumpled sheets
Don't leave your memories or your forgiveness or your sorry' or your woes.
So leave this body and her blood, because there is nothing you can do about it now.
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