and this is how i feel
I wish that I could walk away
guilt rests in my hands
I know that it is for the better
I never said that id comprimise
between fact or fiction
theres so much better out there
than y o u a n d m e
I could end this in seconds
I know it but I dont dare
another sentence this all could be over
your words are like weapons why cant you protect me
I wish that you would walk away
red still lines your hands
I know that its still for the better
I never said that id stand aside
between you and the door
theres nothing better out there
than you and me
I could end this in seconds
I know it but I dont dare
blood stained sheets
it didnt matter when I was calling out your name
I felt the wound grow ever slowly
closer than youd ever h o l d m e
its a work of art
the way this fell apart
was the design too faded from the start
or was the artist just too blinded by this
no its common sense I lack the confidence
still ill confess all these things to you