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Tears stream down
The crimson arm
From the hand
That hides my sorrow

I wonder why no one understands
Blood hurts less than my emotions
I can't explain what I must do
Paranoia is my poison

I hold a rose that blooms so beautifully
But there are thorns that cut my hand
Am I holding on too strong
Or is this sadness just a mirage

This rose holds my heart
And I will not let it go
The thorns cause so much pain
But if I loosen my grasp, the rose will die