The blood is leaking down the flour
I think that’s the Wright thing to do in hard times
I know my body is covered with it
But I love them
They helped me in hard times
Not a friendship if you can call it that way
I don’t know it anymore
The question that goes around in my head all the time
I don’t know how long I can handle it anymore
And that’s the reason I’ll always love the blood
So beautifully leaking…