Dead Poetic

Cuz you bleed all the time.
The pieces of a broken heart,
are wasted time.
And I can't forgive myself for all the things I've done,
but you you do.
(Bleed one more time for me, cuz my heart is filled lonliness and this world is filled with lonliness. Bleed one more time for me, cuz the struggles of this world are blistering, blistering.)
Your cells run through my veins,
the times you lifted under me.