Because of me they stayed together,
I thought things were getting better,
But by the way she behaved
I was slaved as a punching bag,
Because I was the reason she was still with dad,
And he made her mad,
Which made me sad,
Which made things worse;
I just wish things would work.
So I could live in harmony,
Instead of an arpeggio,
I'm harnessing my heart,
Instead of letting go.
She's harnessing her past,
Trying to make it glow
On longer than a dying ember;
But its dead.
I sick twisted image in her head
Of a friendship now dead;
A relationship that now ends.
But you cannot cut the strings
That are laced blood red.
That's why they're together
Instead of being broken.
