Till death do we part Or so they say From the blood moon I write on these broken pages With not ink or led But with emotion As I drown in my regret and curse the treacherous hand of love I sing to you with not words But with love Memories Soo many memories Of how it used to be just you and me Mimi I'm sorry and I still worry About you I know I broke your heart And I can never mend the scars But I miss playing cards You were my queen of hearts Mimi I was such a fool And now I cant stop thinking About you So right now On this blood moon I sit in the midst of my room Bleeding from what is the pointed tip of a blade called love I sit And I think About you