| Close the door, you're leaving | |
| You've gone to get a drink of something | |
| And I'm staring at my hands | |
| All I want to do is smash these walls around me | |
| I want to express myself | |
| I want to express myself | |
| And you squeezed every last morsel of love out of me | |
| And left a bitter crusted shell | |
| The door slams shut, you're leaving me | |
| This time I can't help but feel relief | |
| And I'm squeezing my hands so tight | |
| That the blood supply runs dry | |
| And I won't swallow my pride | |
| Cuz I haven't got a drop to digest | |
| My blood supply runs dry | |
| My love for you's run dry | |
| It's cut off all the love to my heart | |
| It's cutting off my love for you | |
| My fingertips are cold and white | |
| And I can hardly move an inch | |
| Cuz I've cut off all my blood supply | |
| I've cut off all my love supply | |
| I've cut off all my blood supply | |
| I've cut off all my love supply | |
| I've cut off all my blood supply | |
| I've cut off all my love supply | |
| And I've cut off all my blood supply | |
| I've cut off all my love |
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