You tell me that there is no way out Before walking out the door And I stand there; frozen Slowly breaking down to the core.
You tell me everythingβs said and done And go quite for a lifetime I sit there listening to the silence Speaking thousand of words of crime
You tell me there is nothing left to look at And you close your eyes And I gaze around in the water Slowly watching it turn into ice
I believe in everything that leaves your lips Blinded by the darkness of the night Because there is nothing else left to do There is nothing left to fight.
The battlefield of our hearts empty now Craving for just a little bit of mercy The blood splattered around; stinking Because we have no one clean the wounds.
I have no idea why I wrote this. But I did. And I like it. How do you like it?