Blood On The Ground I dont want to talk to you anymore; Im afraid of what I might say. I bite my tongue every time you come around, cause blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground. Hand over my heart; I swear Ive tried everything I could within all my power. Two weeks and one hour I slaved, and now Ive got nothing to show. Oh, if only youd grow taller than a brick wall. From now on Im gonna start holding my breath when you come around and you flex that fake grin, cause something inside me has said more than twice that breathing less air beats breathing you in! I dont want to talk to you anymore; Im afraid of what I might say. I bite my tongue every time you come around, cause blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground. Hand over my mouth; Im earning the right to my silence. In quiet, discerning between ego and timing. Good judgment is once again proving to me that its still worth its weight in gold. From now on Im gonna be so much more wary when you start to speak and my warm blood starts to boil, that seeing you is like pulling teeth and hearing your voice is like chewing tin foil. I dont want to talk to you anymore; Im afraid of what I might say. I bite my tongue every time you come around, cause blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground. High fives to better judgment. By saying less today, I will gain more. Low twos to you my fickle friend… You’ve brought the art of silent war.
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 21:57:30 +0000
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