She’s always right when things go left between us in fights
Her righteous words cut deep into my flesh like a rusty knife
Cold bitter taste of her stare when she knows shes won again
I’m convinced her black heart pumps ice through her veins
Quick to suffocate my progression, a fork in my life’s road
I’m always in her site, though she could kill with her eyes closed
Quick to cut me off before each point is made, shes the blade
No she doesn’t hesitate, not one to delay in choices she makes
Always confident but I guess ignorance is bliss playing with fates
Her and mine, though I’m always left behind when decisions are made
She just sits there looking dead at me with those deep blue eyes
Knowing she’s once again gotten to me with out so much as a try
The love is gone, we don’t fuck anymore she just lays there
The passion is dead, I just do what I need to do and avoid her stare
Friends don’t come over because she reflects to them her worst
Truth is, if virtues could translate to money she’d have an empty purse
The undermining tone plays under my skin like background music
But tonight I take all the abuse she spouts and use it....
You should see the sight, she opened up like an empty road
Letting me in this time without a fight or even reproach
Her cold stare oddly welcoming, almost a warmth to them
Strange how she looks so peaceful that it makes me grin
No longer loud and abusive, tonight she quite and gentle
As I notice Those blue eyes like oceans I could drown in
At this moment remembering what it was that made me jump it
And I whisper to her, “this time I’ll get the last word in”
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