You kill me.
You plunge your knife deep into my heart,
Every time you walk away, say goodbye and shut the door.
Things are going great
Until they fall apart again,
And I find myself sitting in the dark with a drink in hand,
Wondering just what the fuck went wrong.
Shaking my head,
Laughing at my own stupidity,
I should have known better than to fall in love with you.
No one said I was smart,
No one said I was healthy,
But all I know is I just want you,
If it makes me happy,
Then what the hell is so bad?
So fuck my head,
Take my wounded heart smash it against a wall,
I dare you.
Maybe I just don’t care,
Who knows, maybe I have grown numb,
Maybe I grew out of my own skin in which I used to think I knew what love was,
I used to think I knew everything,
But the years have proven me wrong.
We think at times that today is gold,
We think at times that the day is green,
But today the storm must happen in order for the sun to shine again.
The nights are long and I am wondering just exactly who the fuck I am.
Conflicted, twisted, denial,
I said to myself, “I am me and I cannot be changed.”
Honestly though my shit is fucked up, it happens to the best of us,
Everyone suffers and everyone cries and then everyone denies,
So here I am suffering, crying, denying and inside I am kind of dying.
So thrill me, kill me, delight me and fuck me,
Maybe tomorrow, I’ll wake from this pain.
