It's hard for me without you

It was so hard for me to breathe,
It's even harder to look at you,
Better to drink the devil's blood,
And than to quarrel with you every time.

I felt cold in my hands,
The ones I used to wear you on,
God won't bail me out,
No matter how much I ask for it.

Why do I feel a prickle in my chest,
When I see you have another one,
Don't show it in public,
I can't think of anything better.