Bleeding Backwards.

Days and days on end,
Sitting, staring,
At the same spot on the wall,
The spot, the spot with your picture,
Plastered down.

Days turn into weeks,
Weeks turns into months,
Months turn into years,
Still I sit there,
Staring at the picture,
Fixed permenantly to the wall,
Opposite my seat,
On the wooden floor.

Your picture has me fascinated,
Every slight sparkle in your eyes,
Ever dimple in your cheek,
Everyting about you makes me die inside,
Just a little more each time.

Knowing that I can't have you,
That I'll never be good enough,
Never be that special person,
In your frail, loving heart,
Makes my heart shatter,
A thousand peices more each day.

'Cause I'm bleeding,
Bleeding inside,
Bleeding for you,
For your love.

I'm bleeding,
Bleeding backwards.