Tables turned.
Happy, free and fleeting
your smile, was my heart beating.
Now I can't face the facts of the face you put on.
So honest, oh-so-caring,
let's see these scars I'm wearing,
from when I'd have died to save you, or keep you from harm.
I wish every "I love you" was a stab wound inside you,
Every fuck, a bullet, shot by my gun.
...So tied up in your lies, love, let me untie you,
and when you crash to pieces, let that tell you, I'm done.
your smile, was my heart beating.
Now I can't face the facts of the face you put on.
So honest, oh-so-caring,
let's see these scars I'm wearing,
from when I'd have died to save you, or keep you from harm.
I wish every "I love you" was a stab wound inside you,
Every fuck, a bullet, shot by my gun.
...So tied up in your lies, love, let me untie you,
and when you crash to pieces, let that tell you, I'm done.