So the mourning after heartbreak got me tearstained 

And all my cries have hurt my sides in losing you pain

All these bruises and misuses will become scars

Just a norm for tragic born with all their broken hearts



I'm losing grip

Only holding on by finger tips



Cry crimson tears without you

Cry crimson tears without you

Cry crimson tears without you

Crimson tears



So the morning before heartbreak has not yet broke

But my heart bleeds through my flesh in crimson I soak

All this pain corrupts my soul discoloured within

All the crimson is my prison formed from tainted skin



I'm losing grip

Only holding on by finger tips



Cry crimson tears without you

Cry crimson tears without you

Cry crimson tears without you

Crimson tears