A Bloody Canvas All Ego's Aside
my eyes watch you ease your way to his sideslowly,
effortlessly placing a knife in myhand you, you never,
never broke the skin, it was me who held the blade as i
pushed it through my spine, and now i pull it from the
wound as it gasps for air, leaving me to wonder why do i
do this to myself, loving every second spent standing by
your side, this moment makes me feel alive yet the blood
still stains my hands, i cant stand to watch you watching
him, its not your fault for feeling strong for someone
else, its my fault for hoping to someday hold you hand,
your not to blame for my blood when i tear myself open
over and over again, you've had all my attention for
weeks now, but it loks like your attention has been
focused on him, lucky guy, you know how i feel and for
now i'll just watch you walk away with him, am i wasting
my time with these feelings? it felt so good to assume
you felt the same, heaven maybe, no more, my eyes wtached
you ease your way to his side, slowly, effortlessly
placing a knife in my hand, im so tired of stabbing
myself in the back with these feelings unreturned, its
not your fault, i just cant get over you and wake up from
a euphoric dream where we're walking hand in hand....your
beautiful in every way to me...i'm sorry...
