Stabbed Slit Stitched
Let Me In
november has to watch septembers mistakes
again again
and again.
it in itself is getting bored at you.
tell the truth that your'e hear
he hasn't heard this years excuse yet.
each moment of silence tells me your hiding something.
just bleed then
if you have nothing to say,
then why should you have things inside you?
bleed more furiously for me.
your no longer reluctant i see.
each lie was a step nearer to your fear
your fear of me snapping.
it's nothing
until you've snapped
From Letras Mania