Envy

With good intentions.

Misdirection.

Expectations now they'll be waiting,

For explanations,

For our behaviour.

When there's no questions,

There will be no answers.

But with desperate pressures,

Come desperate measures.

It's over.

I feel your hands around me now.

It's over.

Now times are changing,

All my senses failing.

I wretch just thinking,

Of how you betrayed me.

It stinks like poison.

The knife's been twisted.

My blood's escaping,

These wounds you gave me.

It's over.

I feel your hands around me now.

It's over.