Sweet as the purest blood,
Salty like the most acidict tears,
Death is both.
Freedom and Regret, Pride vs Being a coward.
Its never that we want to go that way, but no-one is there to stop you, to save you. They all just leave and don't care. They'll be happy with their "lover" their "popularity" or their "new life" while we, we stay, and get forgotten. Again. Left to die along in my sweet blood and bitter tears that mix together on the floor, because of you.