Red on her hands
remembers the blood they used to share.
Bleeding again
too many wounds she could not mend.
Bullet in hand
it's just not the gaze without the stare.
Washes her hands
and nothing remains the same in here.

If only you could be somewhere else inside of me.

Wake me up, I'm dead
Is it something that I said?

Head in your hands
know that I could not just pretend.
Bleeding again and again
too many wounds she could not mend.
Bullet in hand
and nothing remains the same in here.

If only you could be somewhere else inside of me.
If only you could be somewhere dead inside of me.

Wake me up, I'm dead
Is it something that I said?

If only I could be somewhere else.

Wake me up, I'm dead
Is it something that I said? (repeated)