"Slipknots and Razor Blades"
I stuck my neck out for you,
and in return you handed me a noose;
so I have decided it is time
to cut you loose...
I do not want to hang with you anymore....
There's the door...
Don't let it hit you in the ass
as you leave...
I may have taken leave
of my senses,
jumped through hoops
and scaled fences
for you.
But, those days are gone.
You are just one,
of the many mistakes that I
have made,
for which I have paid
the price...
You fed me a slice
of reality,
and now I am sick to my stomach
of your condescending ways,
your mind games,
and your power plays...
You think that it is funny
treating me the way that you do.
But I will humour you,
no more.
You treat me like a whore,
thinking that you can fuck with me
whenever you see fit.
But now the shit
has hit the fan
and I can't understand
how you can
be so blind
to find
me guilty
of any crime...
If I had a dime
for every time
that I allowed you
to take advantage of me
I would be rich
beyond my wildest dreams...
It seems
that no good deed
goes unpunished,
and I am serving hard-time
for mine.
You handed me down
a life sentence
when you said, "I do"...
If I only knew
then
what I know
now.
Oh, how different things would be...
In life, there are tales to be told,
and stories to unfold,
pearls of wisdom to be learned
and bridges to be built,
or to be burned....
I am only human...
If you cut me I bleed,
and you seem to feed
on my pain.
You are a razor blade,
that leaves scars on the surface,
and deep inside.
But there is a place where I can hide
when everything becomes too much...
Such is the beauty of my imagination.
It bears no relation
to the reality of the situation
that I find myself in...
I can be whatever I want to be.
I can be a wolf, roaming free
across an Arctic tundra...
I sit here,
and wonder,
where you would be
if I had not intervened
in the nightmare
that you once were living.
I did all the giving,
and you did all the taking.
Forsaking my trust.
Now dust,
and ghosts
are the only hosts
to the celebration
of our union.
Even a holy communion
cannot exorcise
the demons
that your lies
have created...
I waited
for love,
and hated
every minute
of what you gave
me instead.
You got inside my head,
and rearranged all the cogs,
every nut
and every bolt;
finding fault
with everything that I do,
and everything that you see...
Fool me once,
Shame on you...
Fool me twice,
Shame on me...
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