Matt Pryor - You Won't Get Any Blood From Me lyrics

Ten tiny blades, a thousand little scars No single cut enough to k** but the strength in numbers How to wick away a years worth of toil For every letter on the page, commit a hundred to the soil All alone again without a dagger or a pen At this moment, we're no longer opponents You won't get any blood from me Not one to criticize, you make me so damn mad How I disappoint must have forgot your name You do not have this thick of skin You have to hate the game What is there to say? Let the dogs die where they lay In this minute I am truly committed You won't get any blood from me You won't get any blood from me