The first cut was the hardest
But thats how it usually is right?
Taking the plunge, that first time, the heavy feeling that creeps into you chest
But it got easier after that
The second cut still hurt... not me of course, but I'm sure it hurt
Scream for me
Or i will keep cutting
You used to beg me without abandon
To touch you, feel you, hold you, take you
Beg me to just talk to you, to listen to you
Please just scream for me
I'll start at your throat
Maybe the screams are just getting stuck on the way out, afraid of what they might sound like
But your not screaming, why aren't you screaming?
They must be lost in your chest, held back by your heart, for fear of their release
SCREAM FOR ME!
I will tear into you until i find them!
They have got to be in your gut. Thats where they hide, beaten down by your inability to look at me anymore.
I still love you, but I will make you scream