I'm sitting in a blazing fire
I wish I was a hit for hirer
Can't fix this mess I'm in
Can't tell a foe from friend
Everyone says they have my back
Yeah well I know all about that
That stab still hurts
everytime I turn around
Stupid people feel that I'm dumb don't realize that
I know each and every wrong
I find it easier just to lie and wait
For that moment that they don't anticipate
Strike when I'm hot and ready
Show them that my iron is deadly
I'm not a killer of course this is all just a metaphor
But they are all still dead to me or I'm dead to them
Every time we speak they see only a ghost of the real me
Words don't kill you they also don't make you stronger.....but they do leave you enlighten and a lesson leaner.
