Holding The Knife
It hurts to still love her knowing she hates my soul
She put a hole in my heart, and she's making it grow
what we once had together, I have begged her to mend
But she don't love me enough, she can't even pretend
I think it hurts less when I just simply ignore
All the games that she plays, and still don't call her a whore
In her eyes I can still see that innocent girl
Who led me from darkness, changed how I saw the world
That was so long ago, yet it's hard to believe
How she hates my existence, She hates that I breath
If I simply ask her if she really loves me
She will lie to my face so my heart can't go free
When times have been rough, and I needed her by my side
That's when she hurts me the most, each time part of me died
She has no remorse for being so cruel
Her family no longer functions and I look like a fool
As I'm writing these words, I have tears in my eyes
It seems I can't live without her, so I settle for lies
I know my mind's twisted, I know I'm not right
But what hurts me the most is when she's out of my sight
Life doesn't seem at all fair, yet who said that it was
If shes happy when I hurt, then I'll let her because
Shes still the one I want and I don't have to explain
I'll take what I can get, even if it's just pain
Sometimes I just ponder, if to her life is real
I dont think she is evil, but just forgot how to feel
When a man's back is stabbed, should he turn to his wife
Even if she's the one that is holding the knife!
Written by Charles Goode
© All Rights Reserved
She put a hole in my heart, and she's making it grow
what we once had together, I have begged her to mend
But she don't love me enough, she can't even pretend
I think it hurts less when I just simply ignore
All the games that she plays, and still don't call her a whore
In her eyes I can still see that innocent girl
Who led me from darkness, changed how I saw the world
That was so long ago, yet it's hard to believe
How she hates my existence, She hates that I breath
If I simply ask her if she really loves me
She will lie to my face so my heart can't go free
When times have been rough, and I needed her by my side
That's when she hurts me the most, each time part of me died
She has no remorse for being so cruel
Her family no longer functions and I look like a fool
As I'm writing these words, I have tears in my eyes
It seems I can't live without her, so I settle for lies
I know my mind's twisted, I know I'm not right
But what hurts me the most is when she's out of my sight
Life doesn't seem at all fair, yet who said that it was
If shes happy when I hurt, then I'll let her because
Shes still the one I want and I don't have to explain
I'll take what I can get, even if it's just pain
Sometimes I just ponder, if to her life is real
I dont think she is evil, but just forgot how to feel
When a man's back is stabbed, should he turn to his wife
Even if she's the one that is holding the knife!
Written by Charles Goode
© All Rights Reserved