Patchwork Heart


"There was an accident..."

When it all comes down to it,
I should get a lobotomy,
Because my thoughts frighten me,
How peaceful it must be to forget,
That I was ever drowning in dismay.

Maybe I bled just a little too much,
My death proved no avail,
Because you just fucked with my head,
How I ever longed to fix you, to change you,
But how can I when I'm dancing forever,
In your stubborn image.

Because I'm not your little marionette,
In your selfish surgeons game,
One wrong move will cost you my life,
That you seem to love toying with.

Be careful my love, and don't forget,
That at the end of every riffle is a bayonet.

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