You pick the place!
If I choose it will be fatal
You wish to scar my face
I say tear open my navel
If all you want is to hurt me
Can’t you just finish the job
What’s the point of eating the corn
But deciding to keep the cob
You just kick me when I’m down
And yell for me to get back on my feet
Then trip me again and I bust my teeth on the street
I’ve already put an x on my heart
It marks the spot, stab away
Im broken and in pain
And I’m bleeding out anyway
I’ve been hanging by the neck for so long
Why won’t you just help me die?
Instead you look me in the eye
And demand that I continue to try
It’s not that I don’t love you
I have done everything I’ve been asked to do
So instead of sitting there watching me suffer
Won’t you just grab a blade and run me through
LukeCoomer ©