I lived at the bottom

of an overflowin'

blue ink bottle

that rests on your desk

and you used me

on occassions very rare

when you wanted to

pour your heart out

to that girl you loved

who lived across the

dreamy sixth lane

to drive you insane

so you used me

drop by drop

to scribble down

the essence of you

and your existence

on vintage paper

and i let you use me

oh i let you use me

despite of all that

i had to endure

my sweet darlin'

your love letters

adorned all over

with my blue blood

melted her heart

for they were art

with borrowed veins

all deoxygenated

as they were blue

and never red

oh was she in love

with the dead?

if not then why

why did she kill

the essence of you

and your existence

after she had you?

'n' why did she

left me wonderin'

had i been a little red

you wouldn't have been

so cold and dead!

for my dedication

doesn't matter at all

and it was of no use

the way i let you use me

oh i let you use me

drop by drop

to scribble hearts

for that thankless girl

while you drew blood

from my own heart

that is the bottom

of a not so overflowin'

blue ink bottle

that rests on your desk

all forgotten and alone

but still in love with

the essence of you

and your existence