What is this that you’ve got me doing?
What is this game that you’re constantly playing with me?
What are these tricks that you’re fooling me with?
What happened to love and never forget?
What are you? Rushing slowly down my spine,
What is this breeze that comes from time to time?
How is pain felt, when all I am is numb?
And what about the good times that just went all wrong?
I’m nothing more than washed away sand,
Pain and shame are read through the lines on my hands,
Sometimes they curve and extend,
Yet sometimes blood draws through every chance.
