Oct 27, 2004 21:54
everytime i spill my heart out, you get akward I get silent
you shake your head, the room gets quiet
misguided feelings and tangled emotions
twisting thoughts into our demotion
You walk away like the many times before
you foot prints trail out of the open door
slit my throat until the pain subsides
gushing out my bleeding insides
My heart is your leathal weapon
use it well, cus it will be the death of me
I stare and wonder what your thinking
I hear the car back out and my silence slipping
sheets getting pulled back over my face dripping
my body filled with the vacant empty holes
buried in me is the memories I hold
slit my throat until the pain subsides
gushing out my bleeding insides
My heart is your leathal weapon
use it well, cus it will be the death of me
my hope youll crumble quick
and say it was my fight I picked
because that one thing thats so sacred
after your done it ends being so vacant
I miss that smile and all the times
you whispered in my ear and said "your mine"
slit my throat until the pain subsides
gushing out my bleeding insides
My heart is your leathal weapon
use it will, cus it will be the death of me