Spite

I'll keep my hands to
myself..
What more can I
say?
What more can I say, in this
instance?..
As you reach across
the floor.

Awkward silences..I
can't take you looking in.
Is
this the fear that brings us to
our knees?
(Causing hearts)
To
desintegrate..
(I'll
never)
Learn from the mistakes,

a victim's torn to
pieces.

Let's make a deal (a
deal).
So that in the end(in the
end),
I'll be left in the
fire..
You're two steps
ahead
(Are you so scared of this
feeling?)
and I'm lost in
regret..

With the face of the
clock and a gun
at my
figertips..Face of the clock and a
gun
at my fingertips..And one
last breath,no, a sigh of
relief
for the futile attempt.
The
s-soon to be memory, face of the
clock and
a gun at at my
fingertips.

Awkward silences..I
can't take you looking in.
Is
this the fear that brings us to
our knees?
(Causing hearts)
To
desintegrate..
(I'll
never)
Learn from the mistakes,

a victim's torn to
pieces.

Nothing can make this
right..
Say your
"Goodbyes"..
Save your
breath.

Awkward silences..I
can't take you looking in.
Is
this the fear that brings us to
our knees?
(Causing hearts)
To
desintegrate..
(You'll
never)
Learn from the mistakes,

a victim's torn to pieces.