I reach out to you like Damien Rice
I cry at this cruel world and her lies.
I rip the strings off the guitar,
And usually I’m about to sing,
But with the constant scream burning inside of me I can’t go that far.
On both of my hands there is this huge blister,
In my heart there is this huge bullet wound of this pistol,
the pistol from the dangerous world.
I bite my tongue in anguish
My mouth is tasting the blood,
My body is shivering from fear.
I guess this is what it is;
Living in a cruel world,
when you are the one I seem to miss..