Wanderer

Clamp my veins, clasp my hands. clench my fists, in a rage of torment, let the blood backup and fill the holes youve left, oh the sorrow, why the tears, pain i cry, daliberate suffering to captivate the final stand of a lone stranger, in his last dead to rights event that could rip his heart from his chest, without a single drop of blood
never look back, a single look over those shoulders can show a weakness you cant repent for, why waste that on a girl? its what you came here to prove, its time to leave, let them all die