Walk down the street, see the blood beneath my feet
I don't know what to think anymore
I rushed to the scene
But I guess I wasn't as quick as I needed to be
I can't tell if this was an act of love or hatred
Am I complacent?
Drowned in absinthe last night
My memories are lost but somehow sacred
I'm scared, I just cant stop shaking
Pull it together, girl
You cant let them know you're faking
Get your shit together, I need to think of an alias
I've got some suspects here but my own name's at the top of my list
Walk down the street, see the blood beneath my feet
I don't know what to think anymore
I'm rushing home in the pouring rain
Get inside & lock the door
It was either an act of love or hatred
& I don't wanna be complacent
I'll see the mirror in hell
Cuz in God's own eyes I'm just a whore
Walk down the street, see the blood beneath my feet
Watch it rise & fill my senses
I let it overtake me
Cuz deep down I deserve a death by drowning
If this was my doing at least maybe I'll die not knowing
But if that's the case, how long until my guilt starts showing?