What You Have Made

You make it hard
Hard to breath
It feels like sometimes
Your smothering me
Taking my heart
And probing it with a stick
To see how much
It can take

Well that last prick
Put me over the edge
Its all your fault
I'm like this

Its hard to not think of you
With those gleeful eyes
Little do people know
Their filled with my demise
Sometimes I swear you try and kill me
With those damn things you do
The ones that stick
That I cant forget
That keep me from you