what i sometimes wish i could do... but what i do instead...
Slashing maming
killing bleeding
with a chop of a knife
your heart i will slice
like a chunk of butter and a sword
my words are to your heart
and im sorry but this is how it has to be
'cause with you i just cant be
I'll take my words and slice at you
I'll rip and cut and chop at you
untill your nothing but a child
so helpless and self sufficed
and then I'll cut your life away from you
my aim is sure and true
dont worry it wont hurt... much
hahahahahahahaha i cant even remember your touch.
they laugh nervously when i speak of these things
they dont know that their skeptisism gives me wings
and their hate gives me words
to use against your heart.
man i am just so sick of you.
pretending to be nice and coy
well forget you, you cant lead me around like your toy
I cut that string
and you have no more power over me.
so just get the hell away
i dont even have the strength to hate
I guess i am a wimp...
to in love to make a hit...
to in love to lift a finger against your own assault of words.
i speak what i wish to do...
but it would kill me to hurt you....
so I sit and wait for you to just go...
i lie here alone in my home.
voices swirling around me, not good not bad just there
But I dont care
I'm dead
as long as you fill my head....
and all day long
I play along
I smile and laugh and joke and play
but at night its when I cry... and when I pay
for my thoughts all day long
one slice into the red river
for my smiles all day long
one slice into the red river
for my jokes all day long
one slice into the red river
just the thought of you makes me quiver
... so one slice into... into the... the red... red....river
one
then two
then three... ah... who cares anway.
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