The blood drained from my hands
And drained from my head
Ran to my heart
Racing, flashing, dancing
Your brought me to my knees hopefully for the last time
I blocked your number today and with that I had the worst panic attack of my life. I was just standing in the copy room and it hit like a bag of bricks, brought me straight to the ground. It was the last bit of anxiety as I finally stood up for myself. And it hurt, terribly, to leave you behind.