It seems it s written
But we can t read between the line.
It seems it s written
But we can t read between the line.
I tore the muscle from your chest
And used it to stub out cigarettes.
I listened to your screams of pleasure,
And I watched the bed sheets turn blood red.
Bet you sleep like a child with your thumb in your mouth.
I could creep up beside put a gun in your mouth.
Time will help you through,
But it doesn't have the time
To give you all the answers to the never-ending why.
I always watch you when you're dreaming
Because I know it's not of me.
I smoke a dozen cancer sticks,
Imagine there are two or three ways
To make you love me.
And not dream of someone else,
Become the movie on your eyelids...
No one cares when you’re out on the street
Picking up the pieces to make ends meet
No one cares when you’re down in the gutter
Got no friends got no lover.