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The air tears at my skin |
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Robbing my veins of the life |
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I'd hoped to have |
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You killed a part of me tonight |
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And left the frozen air to finish the job |
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Now I realize |
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The cowardice you kept behind your bloodshot eyes |
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And awkward frame was calling the shots |
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And I was left depleted |
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Grinning like a retard who thought you were there |
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When you had retreated |
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I'm slowing down into a shallow circle |
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While my heartbeat fills the gaps |
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Between sporadic and failing gasps |
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I'm face down in the mud |
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My eyes still bruised and purple |
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While my heartbeat fills the gaps |
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Between sporadic and failing gasps |
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I'm slowing down into a shallow circle |
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While my heartbeat fills the gaps |
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Between sporadic and failing gasps. |
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I'm face down in the mud |
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My eyes still bruised and purple |
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While my heartbeat fills the gaps |
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Between sporadic and failing gasps |
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And I swear |
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If I could take this knife out of my back, |
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I would, I would |
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But between the loss of blood |
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And the loss of my trust in you, |
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I don't think it'd do any good. |
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Now I realize |
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The cowardice you kept behind your bloodshot eyes |
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And awkward frame was calling the shots |
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And I was left depleted |
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Grinning like a retard who thought you were there |
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When you had retreated |
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I'm slowing down into a shallow circle |
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While my heartbeat fills the gaps |
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Between sporadic and failing gasps |
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If love existed |
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We wouldn't be so soft |
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And easy to ruin |
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If love existed |
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We wouldn't be so soft |
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And easy to ruin |