Samuel Flockhart (26.06.1990)
I Can Hear Her..
I can hear her laughing, as she stumbles in from the night
I can hear him touching her, eager to turn off the light
Lying awake, the silence is pain
My thoughts are torture, my mind's gone insane
I creep into the hallway
I stab the dagger through my own heart
I can hear her whisper, like a summer's breeze turned so cold
I can hear hope leaving me, this woman i longed to hold
Standing outside, I try not to cry
As i question myself, wondering why?
You were never going to be good enough
Throw yourself into the fire
I can hear her moaning, a sick sense of delight
I can hear him thrusting her, with all that strength and might
Broken inside, i shriek at the scream
Glass heart shattered by the death of the dream
What did you expect?
You reach too high.
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