You say the word, I stammer soft, slow, wont give myself away

your eyes... your glinting eyes,  well more fool you  

For believing my staged response, when we play this game of give and take

In which i cant remove myself, i cant extract these tense faults.

You paint this lie, pretend its real, as you touch my skin and say 

The word, you say the word and I'm too tired not to give in 

So i stand then i sit then i wait. So you'll want, then need, displace me again

I give you all inside, but i only give you all i can.

When you scheme and plan, it hurts, this hurts my liquid eyes 

I whisper the word, convince myself that I'm acting like you, but we understand 

I understand, i wish i never knew, why i let you spin the blade time after time 

And why it always lands pointing at my back. 

The word you whisper, the word you'd never shout in case someone might hear 

I word i'd lose myself to,  and your voice it cuts, it rips, through my defences 

Which was always my saving grace. 

The word it means something different to me, when It sounds like...

I'm here to stay,

but its always you that turns, shakes me off and walks away. 

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updated May 4 '11 by Invisible