Verse 1

And now blood is spilled all over my white gown,

Oh destined child of mine, I have let you down.

With my frozen heart ripped off my chest,

You were plucked right from my bleeding womb.

I held you close to my bloodied breast,

Before I set you down on your tomb.

And it kills me to know I'll never sing you a lullaby.

And it kills me to know I'll never see your shining eyes.

And it kills me to know you're

Just a figment of my imagination.

Chorus

You're imaginary, but this loss,

Feels just as real as the blood in my hands.

You're imaginary, my sweet child,

So why does it hurt? I don't understand.

Years later you were supposed to be my blood and flesh,

But like every other dream, I lost you to this mess.

Now I'm kneeling near an empty grave to bid farewell.

Bloody tears, bloody dreams, I'm over now, can't he tell?

Verse 2

And now the yellow nursery in my head

Has taken on a grim look in shades of red.

With my arms rendered vacant for life,

You were killed before you could be born.

I held you close to avoid his knife,

But at the end of night you were torn.

And it kills me to know you'll never come running straight to me.

And it kills me to know you'll never dream about tooth fairies.

And it kills me to know you're

Just a part of the future I had pictured.

Chorus

You're imaginary, but this loss,

Feels just as real as the blood in my hands.

You're imaginary, my sweet child,

So why does it hurt? I don't understand.

Years later you were supposed to be my blood and flesh,

But like every other dream, I lost you to this mess.

Now I'm kneeling near an empty grave to bid farewell.

Bloody tears, bloody dreams, I'm over now, can't he tell,

Bridge

That I can't dream about someone else's child growing in me.

It was him and me and you, that's how it's all supposed to be.

Why did he have to walk out with my heart on the guillotine?

It's raining blood on me, the consequences were unforeseen.

(Whispered:

Blood

Turns

Cold.)

Chorus

You're imaginary, but this loss,

Feels just as real as the blood in my hands.

You're imaginary, my sweet child,

So why does it hurt? I don't understand.

Years later you were supposed to be my blood and flesh,

But like every other dream, I lost you to this mess.

Now I'm kneeling near an empty grave to bid farewell.

Bloody tears, bloody dreams, I'm over now, can't he tell?

Can't he tell, oh, can't he tell?