karmaa @prodkarma

Oh no! I thought you'd changed

Take back all the things you said

I remember thinking this evidence

You left was damning enough

But you took all the words from my mouth

And pulled them out

How could I not see you

For what you are?

But you turned all the words from my mouth

Into doubt

And I wish I could tear your heart out!

Break meter and release, and still the voice it keeps

And I wish that your lungs would give out

And finally give air to breathe

But I know better now

No words can weed you out

When your back's against the wall

You'll be crying out

I'll take all the words from your mouth

And leave them out

And your hands are shaking

Finally, call out!

And the silence breaks your heart

Finally

Oh, I almost pity you now, I almost pity you now

Finally, call out!

Oh, I almost pity you now

And I wish I could tear your heart out!

Break meter and release, and still the voice that keeps

And I wish for you lungs to give out

Finally