| blood mop |
| i look at you, you look away we dont see eye to eye i sit there crying, i sit there dying i just hate sometimes my heart's not just on my sleeve i've hung it on my wall see how much i can recover after you dont care at all i feel like i'm standing on the edge of a cliff you dont want to see i take my chance and get pushed off you say you've set me free why do i return, when i know that you dont care why do i still burn when your look is just a glare i never mattered to you just treat me like a whore i could pour my heart out for you as long as i mopped the floor |
| copyright Jessica Tolbert 2004 |