Misery clouds my once eager and promising hazel eye's
A fog of denied redemption remains within my hands tight grip
And the image is something so real and yet screaming of lies
A knife glistening with revengeful intent quivers in my indecisive hand
Her embrace, like a strangers speaks, 'Are you crazy? You don't know me.'
And as I cringe within her arms, I feel as fragile as a wooden twig
Snap - crack, I'm breaking; I'm pleading with what I cannot see
And atlast my soft reply emerges, 'I am complicated, please forgive!'
The blade is dull and screaming profanity to provoke something that will understand
I hate to think it, but I've been right all along; no one is sacrificing their pride
So I'll stand a little straighter and spit you a smile you simply cannot refuse
Cause there is no use for goodbye's when something always remains to hide
Words betray me in the basking glow of the spotlight; I'm always the one to lose
I hold the knife up and I aim it right for that heart of yours; give me what I demand
At the end of the day, when reds bleed into pink on the sky of pretty baby blue
I'll rest my aching eye-lids, peacefully--knowing I've done quite enough
Sometimes it's best to seal memories within a bottle, throw it to sea and let it go
They'll find justice upon the chilled waters of this earths salted bathtub
And as I slice through your chest to retrieve all I've given, I find only grains of sand