A blood that isn't mine.

Each time that I pump it,

My soul begins to dry.

I love you with all of my fore ver bleeding heart.

I love you more than myself I think, and that's not a good part.

I need to love myself before I'm loving you again.

But I dine anyways, in my forever descend.

So I'll take my word away, and love you still.

Even if that means my heart is threatening to kill.