Half an inch

by Mild insomnia   Jan 16, 2005


Each word you’ve just said has carved half an inch into my back.

Sitting in a dark room,
You do what you do,
Telling me I’m wrong,
When I’m right so f**k you,
Stop your games,
Cos I refuse to play,
I’m not that strong,
At least not today.

I just
can’t,
Bring my
self,
To tell you to stop it.

So I’ma sit here,
And act like it’s fine,
Til you’ve the sense to drop it.

Honey I’m sick of teasing,
But I can’t go pleasing,
When you treat me like this.
My heart’s freezing,
You’ve left me with no reason,
To keep playing like this.

Each word you’ve just said,
To me,
Has carved a half inch into my back,
It’s a miracle I’m not dead,
But I bleed,
As my soul turns cold, and converts black.

Learning with the lights off,
What is real and what’s not,
Why don’t you get,
If that light’s off then it ain’t on,
It’s a simple concept,
Three weeks I haven’t slept,
How could you forget,
I’d be great if you left.

Honey I’m sick of teasing,
But I can’t go pleasing,
When you treat me like this.
My heart’s freezing,
You’ve left me with no reason,
To keep playing like this.

Each word you’ve just said,
To me,
Has carved a half inch into my back,
It’s a miracle I’m not dead,
But I bleed,
As my soul turns cold, and converts black.

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