My tongues's the only muscle on my body
that works harder than my heart.
But your words are the ones which are
eating me up and apart.
Sometimes clichés are what they are for a reason
and that's what I've found with you.
Sometimes it's hard to find a truth you can trust
when you're words show you up for a fool.
Well I've sent my words like arrows to wound-
Your words are more like slow poison.
And my heart can't keep up with the feelings I shoot
from my mouth with hardly a reason.
But when we hate each other so close to the end
and anger burns fire in your eyes;
remember that feelings don't have a muscle,
but if they did it would hold you so tight.