Cut It Away

Such a simple sentence,
Such a complicated decision,
How did you ever think of it?
With such poise and precision?

Can I shoot you down?
It's easier to walk all over you then.
But if that would hurt,
I'd do repeatedly.

So many remembered promises,
So many forgotten tears,
You're just a machine,
With so many useless gears.

Can I shoot you down?
It's easier to walk all over you then.
But if that would hurt,
I'd do repeatedly.

Can you hear it?
Can you feel it?
Is it something you always wanted?
Is it something you always taunted?

You are a stain that is bleached into my head,
My clothes,
My skin.
Do you like that, babe?