I'm starting to think that I spit fire
when i speak they all disperse
Like my words burn
Like my words hurt
I'm starting to think that I spit fire
That I fail to hear and see
The heartbreaking monster
My words make me
I'm starting to think that I spit fire
I make more enemies than I do
friends
My words break they never
mend
I'm starting to think that I spit fire
I don't mean to harm, to bruise
I just am not conscious
of the words I use
and unconsciously my words
are like a flaming fuse
I'm starting to think that I spit fire
That I ignite a burning flame
That turns hearts to ash
That makes coal of feelings
I'm starting to think that I spit fire
I do not censor, I don't observe
I do not know to sweeten words
Why beat around bushes
when I can simply burn them?
I'm starting to think that I spit fire
That my honesty makes a demon of
me
That my candour needs a disguise
That people won't choose the truth
Over lies
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