Quite often, I find myself drowning in your words-
Choking on your useless promises of tomorrow;
Contemplating the hidden meaning behind your looks,
I look deeper into the mess I've got myself into.
If it's not me, and it's not you, then who is it?
I'm afraid I can't give you a reason for any of this,
My tongue is tied up with the words I long to say-
You see, my heart is loosing in an one on one battle;
A one on one battle with the pain you're causing me.
Silly me, I should've seen it coming sooner or later...
More recently, I've started coughing up your lies-
Sweetie, don't be alarmed and don't be surprised,
Daddy did one good thing, he taught me something;
I'm not the foolish girl I used to be, once upon a time...
You're right, things are different this time around.
You're quite the gunman, your words are bullets-
I must be a contortionist, dodging every single one;
Just face it, this long fought battle is finally over...
You're on your knees and I have new battle wounds-
But I'm walking away from this as a totally new person.
