We stand again, hand in hand
Just like 'way back when',
I look left, you're still here,
I look right, you're still here.
We're all still here, but you're
both miles apart.
Do you still see me here?
Or do you see the words:
it's alright, come to me,
speak to me, I'll be your
Safety Net.
Here we go again darling,
I'll hold your hand this time
and the next.
What a glamorous game, as you all
hand each other the knives. They're
poison tipped, each end, just so
you know. Every move you make
to hurt one another, bounces
back.
Stabbed in the back ten times,
And I'll heal your wounds.
Both of you, three of you,
crowd of you tearing each other
apart.
I'm the bridge to both of you,
And it's becoming frayed.
Back and forth across this
silver ballroom floor,
Carrying the messages
for you each,
you say sorry but the blood
is washed all over my hands.