Jul 11, 2005 23:08
its just not right
the way they make you feel
and the way they bring you down
its the only thing thats real
that girl you met last summer
the one you'll remember the rest of your life
she helped you fight them off
but she was the one with the knife
and through your life you failed to see
that the only real sentence brought to your ear
was one that was whispered
not loud enough to hear
they tried to warn you of the girl in the blue jean jacket
and they tugged you at the belt
the advice they tried to give you
you let slip away to hell
and right from the beggining
with her shouvle and her blade
she started to cut
a single slice was made
embeded in fabric
so tightly woven and wooed
she sealed the pain
deep inside of you.
now no stroke whisper tug or pull
will be able to save you
from this girl thin thread
she's gotten you to believe all the words in your head
so busy and congested with the garbage of her kind
you have no control
you have no piece of mind
and even though they tired to help you
and even though they still care
the girl is a virus
and she'll always be there
because she's the girl who you met last summer
the one you'll remember the rest of your life
she helped you kill me off
but she was the one with the knife