my blood supply runs dry.

and you squeezed every last morsel of love out of me 

and left a bitter crusted shell 

the door slams shut, you're leaving me 

this time i can't help but feel relief 

and i'm squeezing my hands so tight 

that the blood supply runs dry

and i won't swallow my pride 

coz i haven't got a drop to digest 

my blood supply runs dry 

my love for you's run dry 

it's cut off all the love to my heart 

it's cutting off my love for you 

my fingertips are cold and white 

and i can hardly move an inch 

coz i've cut off all my blood supply 

i've cut off all my love supply