Please tell, please tell me
what it is you see
tell me what colours your dreams
black
eyes cold, eyes cold cry
there's blood on your cheeks
tears that come from the depths of your soul
show me, show me where
did the sword cut you deep,
show me what has you struggling
for air
please tell, please tell me
I stand helpless here
tell me who stabbed you in the
back
God, this is good.
ReplyDeleteThat is what it feels like to be stabbed in the back - it draws blood from the soul.
ReplyDeleteChaplin: "No one could ever stab me in the back. I'm much too―"
ReplyDelete(Charlee pounces on Chaplin from behind)