| Have i thanked you for your time?
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| Or will your life go unrewarded
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| Again?
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| Never asking for a dime
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| You just gave all of yourself
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| Until i turned my back on you
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| My friend
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| The powers that be made you a martyr
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| Conspiracy led you to slaughter
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| I tried to control it but as soon as i showed it
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| I was shot down again
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| Once again outnumbered
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| Appreciation slumbered
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| You can ask yourself why
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| But that look in your eye
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| Doesn’t pass the test
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| You’ve been laid to rest my friend
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| Again
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| Tortured artist bears his soul
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| Seems the pressure took its toll
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| Lived a life so punishing
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| Now he keeps the publishing
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| Spilling your guts out to a pad and pen
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| Communication to your silent friend
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| Raising the knife
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| To a picture of a life
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| (I once knew)
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| There comes a time
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| Compromising my life
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| (Just won’t do)
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| I cannot lie
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| I can’t try anymore
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| (To reach you)
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| I just can’t fight
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| Raise the knife
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| Raise the knife
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| Cut through
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| I remember once you were the quiet type
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| Content to sit and watch the motions of your life
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| With false sensitivity
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| You cut yourself open so people would adore you
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| They all bought into your contrived sincerity
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| And how you wore your heart and soul right on your sleeve
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| Laughing sarcastically
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| You turned your back on the people who adored you
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| Self-absorbed exhaustion
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| Self-esteem distortion
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| Self-infused extortion
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| Self-serving abortion
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| I’ll take the blame for these things that i say
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| Cause i had the heart and the will and the courage to stay
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| Every day
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| I won’t walk away
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| Reading through all the digests you show me
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| I notice the way that you think you control me
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| Doubting my future, you don’t even know me
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| But i never walked out on you |