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
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