I can hear your secrets,
I can hear your lies,
I can hear the hurt
in your silent goodbyes.
I can feels the weakness,
I can feel the guilt,
I can feel the glare
of your silent glass eye you've built.
I know it's watching me,
I can feel it as a walk,
I know it's reading my mind,
and I know it's recording while I talk.
But I know you're watching me,
quietly as I smile,
the way we tear each other apart,
it makes this all worth while.
Now let me share something with you,
that you may never know,
I've had a couple chances to finally let you go.
Why do I hold on you ask?
For the simple pleasures of getting you back.
For all the things you've put me through,
don't think that I'd forget,
Those things you may not remember,
are the things you should most regret.
I may be a nice person,
but I know what goes around comes around,
and you have went around to many times,
I'll tie the paper string that holds you as you walk,
I'll watch your paper heart bleed,
and you'll scream for me to stop.
You'll lie pathetically on the ground,
feet made of concrete,
no way to get around.
You lies have made you concrete shoes,
they've been getting bigger every day,
but when you lie too much,
that when you'll hear me say,
"You know you should of listened, you shouldn't be this way",
but then you'll dig yourself a hole,
with the spoon made out of hate.
I'll watch you slowly dig,
and then I'll start to laugh,
because you'll be crying those tears,
of the memories I don't want back.
