i made her run like her mascara as she cried
and i just sighed;
dead inside.

i seen the tides change, she’s tired of me again and who can blame her for talking sense time and time and over again.

i sat on the fence and built a wall around the tension.
Pretending to be on my best behaviour to saviour the pretence.

i sliced through my pale skin,
so you could hear me screaming inside.
the blood poured and you cried,
as much as i tried
i couldn’t hide my shame.

And you could spot how the blade glides that this was just a game.
I felt tame as the scars healed before you saw me again.

I peeled those scabs, red raw
blood sore.
I need to feel what i felt before you saw my insides and core.

But the metaphor was lost in translation.
We spoke the same language but couldn’t stand it when we didn’t understand one another.

We didn’t know at the start,
closed tight shut forever delapidated situation.
Bankrupt.

Yea,
We didn’t know at the start,
money tight, tightrope outspoken broken up arguments and tense situation.

Yea baby,
we just didn’t know at the start;

That art,
was the gate way
& the key to our hearts.