But Not Yet a Year

Look at the lines
You've painted and drawn
Look where your anguish
Was written and born

Look a bit deeper
To see your past
Something that sticks
But runs away fast

Follow the curves
The trace of the line
How you could you forget
That this was mine

So many months
But not yet a year
Oh how I yearn
To stop the voice in my ear

I tell a lie
Because I feel the ache
That need to cut
For cuttings sake