Friday, February 4, 2011

my blood supply runs dry.


and you squeezed every last morsel of love out of me 
and left a bitter crusted shell 
the door slams shut, you're leaving me 
this time i can't help but feel relief 
and i'm squeezing my hands so tight 
that the blood supply runs dry

and i won't swallow my pride 
coz i haven't got a drop to digest 
my blood supply runs dry 
my love for you's run dry 





it's cut off all the love to my heart 
it's cutting off my love for you 
my fingertips are cold and white 
and i can hardly move an inch 

coz i've cut off all my blood supply 
i've cut off all my love supply

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