Kevin East - Bleed.

Now
What is she doing
For the rest of her life.
Her sun that never shone.
Her moon forever blue.
When love doesn't have a clue.
And now I've gone.
Why did I have to tell her
I loved her so.
Some of us
Have to bleed to know.
Yet,
I never even felt
The knife.
Now
What is she doing
For the rest of her life.

Kevin East

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