well, you know who this is about. donāt you.
there is blood spilling out of my guts yet i laugh
and you speak of forgiveness and you're sipping your drink and you know you'd be having so much more fun if i was still invisible
there are tears spilling out of my lungs 'cause i'm drowning
and i fumble for a lighter to burn all this land that's already dead inside me.
sometimes i wish you'd be brave enough to admit all that you did just once more.
but you speak of forgiveness and i know what you mean "move on" you mean "'cause I have."
this is about that time you cried on my shoulder even though you're the reason i've cried all my life. i was poisoned inside and i craved to survive yet i soothed you. this is about that time you fell on your knees and said "i'm sorry" even though you were nothing but scared of consequences.
there is blood all over now over you over me and we're drenched and i know we could clean all this mess -- don't ask how -- and i know you're my nightmares still
every night i'm a child and i cry and i think if the monster does touch me i'll die how many times do i have to be the grown up woman who will sooth this child before i kill it with my own hands just to take her pain away
(and what will you think when this'll eventually happen will you then think you could have done more for forgiveness than just speak of it)














