Dude, We Know It.

I’m sorry for the brake down
When I cried myself to tears.
My arms are still rather stinging
When I tore them with mighty shears.
You haven’t seen the marks
Haven’t felt all my fears
I wish you’d feel the distrust
I still hold so very dear.
If we could only talk
Without including her
Maybe things would be different
But lets not look at murder.
You’ve changed and I accept it
But the other changed in health
She’s freaking crazy
Dude, we know it
If only we could kill with stealth.