The iron flavor on my tounge doesn't bother me anymore
The piercing notes in my ear have become muffled
The silent words in my throat will never be heard
But yours will echos for years
Black edges in the corners of my eyes have started to close in whenever you're near
But this time is different
The black is no longer a corner
I can no longer see the face that's red from lack of control
I can barely hear your ripping screaming
I can't really feel anything
The iron flavor is still lingering on my tounge,
But I can feel it running out of my mouth this time
Like the words I never spoke.
