Crime of Passion

 

With your blood on my hands

I clasp them together

with my fingers sore

my knees skinned 

my heart torn

I bow my head

 blood and all

I pray for my love 

who happens to be you 

Once again I have proven 

that my love will always last

Even if that means you don't

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