Let's sip this bottle dear
I'll listen to you and hear
Let's be real no relationship is near
I think that is simply clear
You are young and love to lie
That's why when you're alone you cry
Because Karma in the form of guilt
Makes you wither and wilt
At this point I want to see what you become
Do you grow or simply succumb
To the dead ambitions of your past life
You still brandish the knife
That gave you control in the first place
Confidence in black lace
But all you do with that knife is ****
Both you and the person you're looking in the eyes
But you cover it up, It's against my will
And you wonder why your inner woman dies