The blood in my hand

will it stop bleeding

Paint it blue

So I could meet my fate

destined to meet

I was the one who decides

But when people knew

they closed the door

Lips are sealed by glue

Can't shout as my tongue is being cut

Diary on the table

Will never be opened

Let me walk

and remember again

once the memories come closer

I should pull it back

Flowers are blooming

renewing the day again

When bees are coming closer

never touch again

You've Been Loved

You've Been Loved

You've Been Loved

You've Been Loved