The blood runs deep inside his veins
Drowning in his thoughts of everything
With all the lies, the story’s the same
He thought it was over,
It should have been done
Why is she saying he’s still the one?
Just leave him alone, why can’t she see
She has made this come to be
The pain inside seems to rise
While everything about him seems to die
Slower and slower his pain does cease
As the dripping does increase
And it pours, his tears of pain
All of which remains the same.
(28th February 2005)
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