The Prank

Stand, alone; drenched by pouring rain.
Or maybe I am soaked from all my tears.
With the bloody broken pieces of my heart in my hands,
My jaw drops, in disbelief, at what I hit.
I run out of breath,
As I feel my skin turn red.
Inside are the knots and I never had thought, that they could hurt me like they did.
And I will let you know right now,
It’s slowly tearing down.
Everything that we had built,
For years now, to the ground.
With everyone behind my back,
It’s harder to, forget,
All of this regret.
And I’m probably a fool to think, (I bet)
This would change, anything.
And I’m probably a fool to think this song will change anything.
[musical break]
Denial creeps in,
And I find myself making excuses for, them.
‘Cause I don’t know what else to do.
It seems easier than dealing with, the truth.
[musical break]
With a kiss on the cheek and a knife in my back,
Cutting deeper than I’ve, ever been, cut before.
My trust is returned, in a brown paper bag,
Like a prank, it’s been left, on the step, by the door.
With a kiss on the cheek and a knife in my back,
Cutting deeper than I’ve, ever been, cut before.
My trust is returned, in a brown paper bag,
Like a prank, it’s been left, on the step, by the door.
And I will let you know right now,
It’s slowly tearing down.
Everything that we had built,
For years now, to the ground.
With everyone behind my back,
It’s harder to forget,
All of this regret.
And I’m probably, a fool to think that I could change.
And I’m probably a fool to think that this song could change anything!