NEEDLES IN MY LUNGS
Isn't it funny how those closest to me
are always the first to ignore my trust and poke needles in my
lungs? Love come in the form of constant critism and trust
takes on the form of sacarsm and deceit, well my back is
turned and I'm trhough with you so break it down now.Keep
this in mind when you're searching for the reason as to why
you're now my enemy, the ball was in your court but were
occupied, and now the point has passed you by. Everything I
see your face, I still feel that same old pain, you say I have
nothing to lose but I have nothing to gain. You did it once and
you'll do it again, so in terms of our bond weel this is the end,
I'll live out my days picking these needles from my lungs.