Post by Reality Bytes on Apr 10, 2004 0:58:16 GMT -5
I feel the prickle in my skin
Fighting a battle I cannot win
One for the other or turn it around
Every lash, every cry will resound
I would rather die
Than live a lie
I take the knife and try to cut my wrist
I cannot win this tryst
But what battle do I fight
In the depths of this dark, murky night
And don’t see anyone
Who can stop what is about to be done
Then here you come and hug me
Just to make me once again me
You take the knife
Yet you take my life
In that way that only you can
But I have to go back to my clan
May the battle rage
This is only the first stage
Insults are commonplace
We are lost in an eternal race
But you will have to deal
What you took I will steal
Turncoats and traitors
Many debaters
Now you will see
A different side of me
No more assistance
Just plain old resistance
Just hold the candle to the fire
And become part of the fire
Fighting a battle I cannot win
One for the other or turn it around
Every lash, every cry will resound
I would rather die
Than live a lie
I take the knife and try to cut my wrist
I cannot win this tryst
But what battle do I fight
In the depths of this dark, murky night
And don’t see anyone
Who can stop what is about to be done
Then here you come and hug me
Just to make me once again me
You take the knife
Yet you take my life
In that way that only you can
But I have to go back to my clan
May the battle rage
This is only the first stage
Insults are commonplace
We are lost in an eternal race
But you will have to deal
What you took I will steal
Turncoats and traitors
Many debaters
Now you will see
A different side of me
No more assistance
Just plain old resistance
Just hold the candle to the fire
And become part of the fire