As The Blood Flows Through My Veins
coping with heartbreak
As The Blood Falls From My Veins
I sit upon the sand and watch the small waves slowly roll on in
and the blood slowly falls from my veins and soaks the ground where I sit.
It is still dark and quiet around me as I wonder how we ended up like this
and still do not understand what I did for you again to be like this.
I have tried with all my heart to prove and show you just what you're worth
to show you that you are the only man for me, and I’ll never love any other the way that I love you
Because just before I met you, I had given up all hope of having a life of happiness because it’s something I've never known
49 years I have been on this earth and ask myself every day
why didn't my life just end on that 2017 Christmas day?
For reasons I am unsure of death just passes me by
why am I here what do you want from me why can't you just let me die?
Every time I break the wall and let somebody in
who I think is going to be the man that is everything that is real and genuine?
but I always end up with a broken heart, but this times, not the same
as I sit here alone crying out for you and watch the blood flow from my veins
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