I Dig And Bleed

7th Friday night,

Still hurts the same,

Ahead of time,

Still feels the same.

I'd take her back in a blink,

She'd rather stay back,

And watch me sink.

I dig and bleed,

Just can't sleep,

Where it went wrong?

Did he have a better taste in songs?

Or did he held her right?

Or did he kiss her better?

Why wouldn't she let me fight?

I think and overthink,

Why would she cheat?

I must have been somewhere wrong,

Pretending her bloody hands to be clean,

I dig and bleed,

At the same bar, 

Gulping the same drink,

Wanting to go back in time,

Play her better songs,

Hold her right,

Kiss her better,

And make everything right.

I dig deeper,

Hollowing myself within,

Still keeping her alive,

Still letting her win,

Till I bleed out and die,

Leaving her alone,

In the hollow.