the words you spit,
cut like knives,
it doesn't hurt,
not yet

the words you write,
about me,
sometimes it makes me think,
you cant cope,
can you?

im trying to help,
you push me away,
you're right,
i don't understand your pain

i'd rather you cry,
and scream and kick,
then play another mind game

you can't tell whats real,
what's fake, what's good,
what's bad,
cause no one can really say

but when your gone,
i hope that can lead me,
the "right" way,
to home.