Directly linked to you I enjoy the feeling Of cold pillows But it's ruined As I feel my life line Tug like a little string On the inside of my Ribcage as you Move up and down Jerking my string With you while Another string of Another women Is in your tightened Fist
What it's like to have someone say they love you While they love another at the very same time, Weaving a web of lies, When you can see straight through, And you know what they do.