Swathed in the tatters of when and if only I knew Open mind clutching a paper and pen One life Scratched into history And broken the line Clutching a valentine
Eye for an eye Is all that I ask When the scenes flashing past Are all that we need Don’t cry Don’t even think of it Ask when Not why Try not to notice I’ll try not to breathe
Buried so fragile Reflections of all that was true One glass Tied up in ribbons and bows That bite Backed in a corner avoiding the light Feigning sincerity
One self Fulfilling prophecy This detachment a gaping surprise One sound All of it echoes from you Emotional parasite