Year of the Knife
J.R.M.
So much pressure to exert
From memories that
Can't stomach the hurt
Spend my time on each step
Dissecting a cheated death
There will be a price to pay
For those that get away
With breathing my same breath
I want them dead



How much does it take
Before i have to snap?
I want to watch them
Bleed to death


Bleed to death


Snuffing the pain
With insecurities i gain
Picking up broken pieces
Of your name
Will the pain disappear
As the years wash by?
Or will my grieving find
Some place
Deep down to hide?

Deep down to hide
I can't fucking cry


If it were up to me
And life was taped
Id rewind your years
To where its safe
So you would know
Every single step
And those injuring decisions
Were yours to forget