Killing Me Softly - Husbands Can Understand This

Trapped feelings. Want to run but responsibility has me shackled and hope is gone. Things I need to say are covered in passive kindness. Don't be like those who came before you be the timeless. Stay in the fight till its won. Now, when a opportunity to move forward presents itself I'm no longer prepared to grasp one. Voluntarily gave up dreams for smiles on other's faces and sold fake expressions too well. Killing me softly, no magic no spell. Some say fall to your knees and pray. I've only seen men do what they feel is right. My illusions have faded, clear thought present and the outcome is nowhere in sight. Self inflicted restrictions that bleed daily like infected open wounds. No help, no help, no help, doom, doom, doom. Killing me soflty this problem no light in the room. Institutionalized trained monkey dance, head full of confusion. Because the trip is, what this love did is only got you hooked. Can't say no now. Stop the flow now. Go to court now. They want the dough now. Same ole story, just different names written in romantic books. What lies we live, with one life to lead, theorically, clinically insane. Skeletal closets, unspeakable knowledge carry those to the grave. Killing me, killing me, killing me, circles turned in my bed. Killing me softly traffic light stuck on red. Softly speak those loving words. Up early to put food on the table in exchange for open black holed hands. When I get a chance to run, ankle braced funds back to where it began. ' The depth of a man, the depth of his measure. How did he fall? Lusting in pain. Messed up and snared by fake pleasure, never should have called. Killing me softly in those warm walls. First all you can hit, then the ring finger, then long pause on the draws. Killing me softly in gentle embrace. Said that the old me was the one who took the cake. Killing me oh so soft in real time and when reality set in noticed that my diamond was only a dime. Killing me, but won't let me die, because what you provide is exactly what they need. Killing me, but won't let me live, so shovel in hand, rope round throat and knife to the wrist. Do it quickly, all of sudden no blood to bleed. Killing me so soft, I am tripping on the past that is lost. Killing me simply, death is a symphony, noticed the end of me and made it my enemy. Killing me.