Painting With Red Tears

Too much love for what your heart can hold, your heart can hold.
Filled up with sorrow, this will be the last breath, the last breath for you.
That union split by a stab to the head,
rain fell on ours but seem to paint them red.
Your head red, head red.
I’m with you but I feel so alone.
As the moon rise, you turned blue,
as the rain fell, your turned red (x2).
Can I be the one who paints that portrait.
This time we are alone, I’ve killed the only person who can stop us.
Siting on my new burden talking with that little voice inside my head.