Heart so full of love,
It oozes out through every pore,
No, they are not painful scars,
I am bleeding love.
The more I filled your hollowness,
With love, warmth and happiness,
Darker were the scars, my heart went sore,
No, they aren't painful scars,
I am bleeding love.
The sand I hold firmly,
Is stained with blood deep red,
As my fingers ooze out the love that went unnoticed, unread.
The sand keeps slipping away,
As I tighten my grip,
The bloody love, it drips.
No, they aren't painful scars,
I am bleeding love.
Here I sit with a golden thread,
Trying to stitch back my heart,
Poor love within me keeps breaking me apart.
My eyes don't twinkle anymore,
It wasn't meant beyond infinity and more.
No, I am not bleeding love,
I have got painful scars.
I can't help, love drips out from this heart of mine,
Through the golden stitches oozes my deep red wine.
No, I am not bleeding love.
I have got painful scars.
