A crimson red
A bad wine
Glass scattered everywhere
Nothing even seems fine

A dumb look on our pretty face
Some scar on our fragile body
We're sitting at our place
Living a war that nobody see

I'm seeing you smile
You really shine
You're seeing me cry
Don't think about it, it'll dry

The crimson is running from you
It comming from me too
We're supposed to be the same
No reason to complain
Right ?
No we're not.
We're different
You've let them finish you
I won't
But i guess we're both craving one thing
We're craving to rest in peace.