Life is like a knife cutting through our thoughts
And it fires shots into deepest thoughts.
The fire burns and the sun dies as
he spreads his horrid lies. He doesn't
Know that as I look into his eye I see thought his
Horrid Lies not just one but all of them.
When he looks back into my eye, he sees nothing, nothing at all.
My eyes are black as night to hide my fears. I fear
Thoughts that the lies are real. But why would they be?
What have I done to thee?
He leaves me alone, and alone I' am. I want him near
I want him hear, hear with me is were he should be.
But his life resides with his weed. He needs his weed
And he chooses this elicit drug over me. We talk
And talk but never does he listen. He chooses
His drug with out thought because that is what controls
His heart.
Maybe that is why he is not all there for? Maybe that
Is why I see through all of his lies? Maybe that is why I cry?
And maybe that is why I see so many lies.
Life cuts in our thoughts but not by its self but with
Help from others. Our thoughts our are own, but
Then why, why does the thing we call life
As sharp as a knife?
The way life cut into our thoughts is with
Help but help from who? You, you are
Part of the reason life cut into the one place I feel safe.
Do know this and is this why u constantly hurt me?
Do you not care or do I have bare all of your burdens too?
Life is like a knife cutting through our thoughts
And it fires shots into our deepest thoughts.
Fire burn in my heart for you, but the only thing that burns for you
Are your drugs. Do you care about me? Or should I flee, flee from you
So I dont have to worry about you, think about you.
Iam scared for you because you do not care. You always ask me not
To try, try to kill myself., but what you do is killing me.
Why? Why should I not kill myself? It would hurt less and might
Be more of a mess, but the pain I cause is to avert the pain you cause me.
Life is like a knife cutting through our thoughts
And it fires shots into our deepest thoughts. Once my thoughts were my
Own ,but you would never care. I try to share and the only words I hear are:
I DONT CARE.
Should I leave? Should I stay? My mined in chaotic and my thoughts arent my own.
What must I do to be with you? What must I do to stay with you? WHY MUST I DO?
Because I love you!
Life is like a knife cutting through our thoughts
And it fires shots into our deepest thoughts.
