If I had,
the words you possess,
I would take them,
and clean up this mess.
But I have no control.
I was a toy and now I'm sold.
Orchestrate,
seal my fate,
claim you hate,
what you can't see,
you can see me.
Slicing our love,
slicing an atom,
you drop the bomb,
under a setting sun.
A fire burns inside me now.
And no one can put it out.
You feel,
what I feel.
Tell me,
is this real?
Slicing our love,
slicing an atom,
you drop the bomb,
under a setting sun.
You smiled,
as you walked away.
I loved you,
in every single way.
You slyly slipped me the poison,
before I could run.
Next time, do me a favor,
make it quick, use a gun.
You smiled,
as you walked away.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio