That bastard
boy's got his lungs on his sleeve,
olive eyes that won't let
me leave.
No one can take him away from me.
Save him from
me.
No one can help him;
he's doomed from the start
with a
broken life that could rip him apart.
Give him the strength he
needs to survive,
a bruised hand from those olive eyes.
I wish
I could help you.
but running only seems so cold.
So young and
so reckless,
you can never grow old.
No more blood for
money
and no more blood for pride.
Keep taking it in stride.
I
only wish I knew what I could do.
If I'm not around, are you
doomed to fall?
I'll always be there, if ever at all
I can
promise and sacrifice my soul
to save you and make you
what you
might never become.
Oh olive eyes,
this heart cries in pity
for
your exasperated soul.
I wish that I could save you from
this
unrevealing destiny
where nobody has to hurt you anymore.