His words
swift as the preybound eagle
sharpvilled to spearpoints
tearing apart the tissues of my mind
wreaking havoc all in my spirit
He showers me with words made of knives
and i can see his eyes
the one that shoots at me each at everytime
God only knows what he is fighting for
his words
close enough
to start a war
winning all of his false arguments
Love is murdered
Hate is born
I've made up my mind
no need to think it over
if i'm wrong
then i'm right
No need to look no further
this isn't love
If i tell the world
Little would they understand
because to them it was not said
But that is what i'm going to do
tell the world
his words hurt me
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