Laid out on a mat, I can never take the tears back, just like that,
she ruined my heart, with a taste so tart, what a way to start
a dreary, boring Sunday afternoon, the sky in gloom, sittin' in my room.
Sitting here staring, I wish I'd stop caring, tempers flaring, I feel daring.
Like I could jump off a building ledge, creeping on up to the edge.
But I'm not gonna let her ruin my life, she bit a big bite, in my back is a knife.
I can't go back it's impossible, this situation is causal, the effect is trauma.
Her interest in me dropped like a bad habit, what was fluffy like a rabbit,
turned to wantin' to stab it.
I am not normally a violent one, but now it's gone and I'm ready to spawn
this undeniable rage, I'm on the last page of the sanity stage.
But there ain't a damn thing that can be done about it.
I could stand in front of a crowd, get loud and shout it.
But that would put me in a wreck and I wouldn't be proud of it.
She said there could be another chance, but I doubt it.
All my friends are there for me, they care for me, yet they stare at me.
They see my madness, intertwined with the sadness, I'm an arachnid.
I'm spinning the web, to catch the dread, and put it to bed.
Solve the problem, kill it, digest and dissolve it, fill it,
with the warmest cup of hope to distill it, put it in the freezer, chill it.
Bring it back out, hard as a rock, frozen all around, now I'll talk.
Throw this chunk as hard as I can, break it in a million piece and recreate a man.
I won't let this thing get to me, bit into me, keep the integrity.
I'm kind of glad that before it got worse I got out of it.
If I'd ever take her back, well, I'd have to think about it.
What would ever be done with this lake of heartbreak, to drought it.
She said there could be another chance, but I seriously, honestly, sincerely ...
doubt it.