Thorns of the Heart

I see you standing,
Rain in your hair.
I wonder why you're staring,
Off in the midnight air.

No one to hold,
No one to care.
No one to see,
The pain we share.

He cuts you so deep,
Then you bleed on me.
You run to my bed, my arms,
For the lovin' you need.

But it's the same old story.
You'll want him again.
But soon his wound will be
To deep for me to mend.