A heart that bleeds,
Knows a heart once bled,
For, the way her body trembles
Reminds her of the way his had,
When he took her face in both his hands.
She told him they were through,
And then she turned and walked away,
For, she could see it in his eyes,
That bleeding heart of his.
And she let the weeks turn into months,
Before she’d realized what she’d done,
For that bleeding heart of his,
Was something she had won.
The place she knew she needed became barren and uncertain,
He never came when she called.
When she needed him.
And had he’d only looked into her eyes,
He’d have found that bleeding heart of his.