Softly - Light or Bloody FightWhat's the matter with me?
Why am I shaking?
I've been around you for so long,
That what I feel, feels wrong.
Most of the time I agree with what you said.
But we still manage to butt heads.
But I could live with those,
We seem to like the same stuff.
But is it enough?
I never catch you looking at me,
The way I look at you and see.
Everything good in you,
And the happiness you peruse.
Never staying down low.
Always ready and on the go.
What could I do,
To catch your eye,
When I pass by?
What if I were a montigue and you a capulett?
Would it be enough for your attention to get?
Would you fall for me soft and light.
Or will it be a bloody fight?
To Get Poison Out, Put Cuts InI knew for the first time you were a liar,
When you said I love you dear.
I saw your eyes were not clear.
It set me on fire.
Later you said, "We've grown apart."
Those three words, poison to my heart.
Those three words of icy venom found their mark.
The walls are closing in, its getting dark.
Now I'm on this operating table,
Still lived and rigormortis free.
But tinted green with envy.
For that man you pulled from a fable.
So now I'm burning, see the black smoke rise.
Tomorrow morning there will be read skies.
For blood has been spilled this night.
From a heart all packaged tight.
I had it sent to were you live.
All black and dark with decay.
I loved the look on you face of dismay.
It was the last gift I had to give.
I heart you poisoned with three icy words.
"We've grown apart", that's all I heard.
Well now you have the instrument of my destruction.
Instructions, 'TO GET POISON OUT, PUT CUTS IN.'