Angry words like broken glass.
Pouring rain, she drove too fast.
The corners curve took her life;
My new best friend will be this knife
No last 'I love you' as she parted.
And now Im left broken hearted.
Theres plenty of blame to go around;
But its my fault shes underground
I am nothing without her love.
Im to blame when push comes to shove.
So, sweet crimson, set me free;
Her last breath will be the death of me.
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