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I’ve got love’s blood on my hands

I murdered my relationship last night

I finally gave in to

Everything that I’ve been trying to fight

With my hands, smaller than yours

I squeezed all of the life out of us

I just couldn’t take it no more

I finally got tired and traded it all

My hands are ruby red and it was my choice

I did it all for me

I did it to save my voice

My lungs are tired from wailing and screaming

Trying to get you to listen

My mind is tired and weary

Of wondering how you can love me

Trying to understand all you didn’t

And you didn’t

And you said you wouldn’t

So I decided I couldn’t

I couldn’t stand idly by while you hurt me

Slowly killing me inside

So I murdered our relationship last night

A bloody end and I’ve caused it

But I swear, it was all out of self-defense.



Robyn Evans

© 2004