You Make Me Die
Say those words
And watch me cry
Does it give you satisfaction
When we fall out?
Push my head underwater
And make me lose my breath slowly
Does it give you satisfaction
To watch me suffocate?
Stab me in the back
With a knife you just happen to have
Does it give you satisfaction
To see my blood on the ground?
Put a bullet through my head
It's my life that you're more than happy to end
Does it give you satisfaction
To see it puncture my heart?
Well you'll just be
Satisfied to know
I'm bleeding out
On this bloody ground
Oh, no.
I don't think I'll go just yet
I'll be here till
You get what you deserve
Because you sure have some nerve
Coming round here
When I'll haunt you forever.
YOU ARE READING
Believe Me, It Ain't Easy.
PoetryEmotion - an affective state of consciousness in which joy, sorrow, fear, hate, or the like, is experienced, as distinguished from cognitive and volitional states of consciousness. Emotions are funny things, really. They can make you, or break you...
