ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
literature
Seniors
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
There's a knife through my chest
That I can feel, but I can't touch
The exit wound's an inch out of my back
And my breath doesn't come in too much
I can't remember what you said
Can't remember what you said.
What exactly was it that you said?
A shot might take the pain away
And two might erase it all
But I was never one to drink for sorrow
Cause misery already comes when I call.
Wasn't that what she called you?
Isn't that the name she gave you?
What was the name you answered to?
I keep begging for forgiveness
For the lives that you've betrayed
I keep praying you'll come back
When I was the one who walked away
And though we're killing each other softly
I've never heard war waged so loud
We're a match made in Heaven;
It'll take Hell to bring us down.
That I can feel, but I can't touch
The exit wound's an inch out of my back
And my breath doesn't come in too much
I can't remember what you said
Can't remember what you said.
What exactly was it that you said?
A shot might take the pain away
And two might erase it all
But I was never one to drink for sorrow
Cause misery already comes when I call.
Wasn't that what she called you?
Isn't that the name she gave you?
What was the name you answered to?
I keep begging for forgiveness
For the lives that you've betrayed
I keep praying you'll come back
When I was the one who walked away
And though we're killing each other softly
I've never heard war waged so loud
We're a match made in Heaven;
It'll take Hell to bring us down.
Comments0
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In