Epithets
As Far Away As Amsterdam
I cut myself climbing the fence, On the sharpened corners of my new-found arroganceSmall hearts form from the blood that poured, but I just ignored themTo my undying credit, I was not distractedWhich is not to speak ill of how you've all reactedIt's just injury and honesty, metaphor and simileIt's just how it occurs to me, so don't judge me too harshlyAnd you've committed yourself in your wayJust someone you need nothing from, you say it gets you through the dayAnd how the hollow shell of a man to sleep next toHe doesn't even rouse you when he leavesAs he rises to go I wonder what crosses his mindThen alluding to such things seems unkindI feel like it's my right and I may sleep alone in the nightBut at least I can tell you whyAnd at your convenience we can meetIf I'm staring you down as you walk up the streetWell I've got my reasons
From Letras Mania