Words Of A Mircale

Lash Out

I'm down,
Blood is smearing the background,
There's constantly yelling and screaming as of now,
Remarks are hurtful,
But they don't care,
They are giving you their mind and heart to share,
But just to say next week that it didn't mean anything,
But if what you said was letting you heart sing,
You meant every damn thing,
Didn't care how it sounded,
I'm sick of this stupid cycle just so it all can happen again,
And I'm stuck holding someone else's tears,
Cause now is not a good time for a "I told you so"
And now that the shit has happened you're broken,
Shattered and torn apart,
Come quickly child so I can sow all your parts,
Before they get cold and wither away,
And this makes me wanna see what a person really means,
What they keep inside,
Come here let me tear open your insides,
Cause I'm sick of anger having to happen before I see just how the fuck you feel,
And when you say it I know the shit is real,
I hate all the lash out,
Look it I'm back out,
I'm in a plane watching it crash now,
Show me your feeling lay them flat out,
Show me your stupidity and anger all in one,
Trust me I get it not the confused one,
Cause the confused one is who I need to give the stitches,
And spends their life listening to bitches,
I'm just hoping you gouge out the confused one's eyes let them see the truth,
Their ears are now open now let me close them,
Conceal them from your lashing torment,
And I wanna take them away before they hear your shit again,
And trust me you don't have to see them again,
If they're such a problem to you,
If you don't need them but they need you,
But the confused one doesn't know this too,
That while they're chasing you I'm being ripped in two,
They don't focus on the one's that need them,
That search for the approval of the one they pursue,
And are negligent to the person they lay next to,
Heh I guess this was me lashing out too,
Soon or later my words will erase you,
Confused ones get happy at the smallest of things,
Not knowing around the corner they soon will feel the worst of things,
The saddest part is I'll snatch them away before you know a thing,
And every night it'll be your name they sing....