Dead Flowers For a Dying Lover

who said he loved only what a man has written with his blood, for this song I'll run the well dry
for every breath I take all for you
for every word that i speak speak for you
and every photo I see I see you
and each time that I die I know every drop of blood is for you, no hope for me nothing is clear except that I know everything is lost

dead wrong dead last dead fucking broke
for each time that you cry cry with you
and when you walked out the door leave me too
and everything I've ever done done for you
so I'll wallow here in a bloody pool with or with out you