Torn
You tear me up inside, you rip me to
pieces don't you know?
You make me feel alive, let me know
where I can go.
My insides bleeding, raw with pain.
I'm suffocating, it's all the same.
To let you take control is anathema
To me. But leaving you behind is a sin
as I can see.
Lost in a field of black chrysanthemums.
I'm frozen over, going numb.
Forever I am torn between my love and hate.
As you return to me, I disassociate.
You take me by the hand and lead me to my
unmarked grave. You made me die inside
and then your life you gave. The anger seething
inside of me. My heart stops beating, a final plea.
For me to go alone, is anathema to you. If I let
you wander will we get thru?
Lost in a field of black chrysanthemums.
I'm frozen over, going numb.
Forever I am torn between my love and hate
As you return to me, I disassociate.