• A rush of blood,
    To the head,
    To the floor,
    I slammed the door,
    Right in your face, and bam you're gone.
    And it's funny that it's true,
    You always miss what you loose,
    But I never had you.
    I don't even know your face.
    You are ugly and you're lifeless,
    The result of love, and now I love you,
    But it's too late. You're gone.

    So the doctor said i'd be okay,
    These wounds, they'll heal in time,
    You could have been mine,
    I should have let you stay.

    So this is my regret i'm sending you,
    But you're not around to hear it.
    You never heard anything.
    You never felt anything.
    Except, maybe, the warm reach...
    Of god's hand,
    As he pulled you.
    Out of the cold.