I was thinking to myself how there’s no measure for pain Then I realized there are people who leave cracks and veins But every once in awhile someone leaves a fault line It’s unfortunately a flaw in the human design
Oh Chameleon, you play so many roles But for me I’ve never met a kindred soul As familiar as yours, why must you run? Love doesn’t come in the shape of a gun
In your little world I’m not on your mind In your little world everything’s just fine But in my little world everything hurts In my little world you’re just an excerpt
Suppose I’ve been postponing my healing Guess I procrastinate even with pain Suppose to forget all our memories Guess it’s war between my heart and my brain
Our ping pong witty banter or your penetrating stare The electricity my fingers felt running through your hair A cig always in your hand & a smirk always on your face These are some of the images that can never be erased
I won’t let you navigate my dark alleys and broken corridors I won’t let you examine my scar tissue and bullet holes I won’t let you solve the riddles and enigmas that my brain produces And I certainly won’t let you tear down the walls I’ve built from despair and infinite contempt
Water seeps into their cracks Provides them with what they lack Fills them up so they feel whole Diving deep into their soul When they leave it evaporates Replacing love with just hate