she likes torture
so that is her swag
i see pain dwelling
i care but cant change her now
she lays asleep in my stench
while i blow air in a loveballoon
she says i do her wrong
i feel that she is right
my ways are weak
i should do something
the smell of sorrow surrounds us
and the cold breeze of winter freezes our moment
she does not know and that is good
so i ask the darkness to go away
and let her sleep gently at my feet
half awake and half asleep
i carry the hours surrounding me
every noise gets me on my feet
and when the morning breaks
she goes and throws the pain away
i aks myself if she remembers
or does she just mimmick a smile
so i would not have to deal with her scars
i feel we are connected in some way
we are throwing it away that is for sure
cause we do not own the shoes
to start walking the right way
so we just keep on walking in blocks
cause we always try to go left