Devil we been at this a long time
You and I
And aren’t you getting tired?
Aren’t you sick of me
Getting pulled out of the fire
At the last minute
Every
Damn
Time
The book describes you as a hungry lion
But I know
A lion is a coward
Who sits on the edge of the firelight
And preys on
The small and the weak
And there ain’t any of that
Here
You don’t know me
Half as well as you think you do
But I know enough
About you
To know you are trapped waist deep in ice
Cold and hungry
With nothing to eat but yourself
And all you know to do
Is to try and hurt your way out
But happiness can only be made
You can’t take it from someone else
And even though it would be so easy
For you to turn around
For you
To make some good
I know
I’m not going to give you an inch
Cos inches start adding up to miles
I can’t leave anything for you here
No path or place
No way for your words
No room to swing your weapons
And maybe
One fine day
You will get tired of slinging sick
Onto a brick wall
And leave me alone
We can always hope
Skydekkerix 