Killing Me Softly
You come home late agian another time.
Smelling like cheap perfume and cheap red wine.
You caress my cheek with touches so soft.
Touching my shirt, slowly taking it off.
It isn't the first time you have done this.
Always coming home, face full of bliss.
I know what your doing, your touches are toxic.
But I love you so much, I feel helpless to stop it.
To be second rate, and feeling your fake passion.
Your killing me softly, your my hearts assassin.
This is all you want whenever you come home.
You get what you want, then leave me alone.
I just want you to love me like I do you.
But I'm in denial, as it wont come true.
You finally stop, but your too drunk to see.
All my tears that refuse to leave me.
You turn the other way, and go to bed.
No words uddered, nothing was said.
Apparently my soal, to you, isn't so caustly.
Because even you know your killing me softly.
|