Saturday, 5 July 2008

Blood

All the sorries in the world
Won't bring back my little girl
No tickets to the time of my life
Can undo that which has been done

And though you make me laugh
And though you make me smile

The blood is still on the floor
No matter how you tread around
The blood is still on the door
No matter how you play it down

I hauled a rock off you
And I can let it drop
And grind what is left of you
Into dirt where you belong
Cuz I really fell for you
And I paid the cost
I fought fought a war for you
And I was the one who lost

And though you make me laugh
And though you make me smile

The blood is still on the floor
No matter how you tread around
The blood is still on the door
No matter how you play it down
The blood is still on the floor
No matter how you tread around
The blood is still on the door
Forever stained with this mess you made

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