Blood Gets Weaker

It's become a dead end When he should be your best friend She's in the room on the couch Across starring at dos grouch Not once, Not twice, Not three times when she asks, I realize an apology to me isn't something you grasp.. Cant bring myself to look at you I've let you destroy me My blood gets weaker Each time you speak of her Thats what sucks about a dead end You want to keep going Our situation is something you'll never mend I'll just beat this steering wheel instead. At least it wont fight back My self esteem wont be attacked Just my tear ducks Totally sucks Your not worth it Wish you were a fly I'd smash you with chop sticks