Like a razors edge
Cutting through my heart again
Like a brass pole
and an empty hole
Something that is found between your....
I find myself
Trapped in a corner
Like the butterfly
cacoon wrapped again
I have always found it better
To keep to myself and not be bitter
And I let you in
And you tore right through
Cutting my heart again
The walls fallen again
Cold hearted bitch
It is like a switch
Razorblade love
Getting nothing done
Stone hearted is what they say
It is from all the games you play
You reel them in
It is like second natured sin
Like a Wisconsin january morning
This is you in your glory
Cold as ice
You are nothing close to nice
I find myself
Trapped in a corner again
Like the butterfly
cacoon wrapped again
I have always found it better
To keep to myself and not be bitter
And let you in
You tore right through again
Cutting my heart again
The walls fallen again
cold hearted bitch
It is like a switch
Razorblade love
Getting nothing done
