odd desire to which
I'm unaccustomed to
it's as ironic
as it is unsettling
it's like a tug of war
pull me apart
how could I be my own casualty?
unlike me..

so often I've been the wicked
scandalous and illicit
uncertainty's non existant usually
not today though

mentiras - para ti
sangre - para ti
todo - para ti

contorting what I know to be reality
this aint how it's meant to be!?

once whipping loose tongue - black, forked
now seemingly clamped by slender hand

this is me
paradoxically
oh how the mind screams
for some relief... (please!)
tongue snaps once
and all is undone
now you'd take back
everything you gave to me (thief!)

but you can't run
from this spiteful tongue...

so often it was mere semantics
handicap? my advantage
always ready, always able
not today though

no hay paz para mí
no alegría para mí
nada para mi

can't help feel that you owe me
a reality that's familiar to me

shifty eyes turn clear
roll back so easily
tongue tied once again

shame on me
little pride
on this day of grief
watch me bleed for nothing
wondering how this could
ever be real and how it came to be...

what was that
a nightmare?
a lapse in judgment?
oh well, whatever
no more tug of war
it's so damn familiar now
push, pull
back and forth
'til you're worn right down
down

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