My Knife, Your Throat

And the picture frames are facing down
I’m running from the truth
Distorted images of you
And you insist that you were right
But the facts show you were wrong
I’m holding my ground
Not looking down
You don’t know what I have been through now, this time
Well I wish you would keep your mouth shut now, this time
And the shadows crowd these careless thoughts
To you I can’t describe and you’re always on my mind
And I’ll pretend I’m content now
But I’m miserable this life
Now the end is on its way
You don’t know what I have been through now, this time
And I wish you would keep your mouth shut now, well this time
I don’t care what you think…
So tell me I was wrong
As I’m forced to slit your throat
You’re dead, you’re a bloody mess
You think this is just a joke
Well my knife is in your throat
You’re dead, you’re a bloody mess
Yeah…
Now you’re dead
Yeah, you’re dead
You just lie
I don’t know what…
Everything you said was a lie
I don’t care what you have to say about me…
Show you what it’s like…
Just lie…