Her from Cataclysmic by Stringed Heart Massacre

When she opens her mouth to speak
I can tell where shes at, from right under the sheet
She says things i dont wish to hear
All Tied up tight, noone's going to sleep
I feel the snap, i think im going insane
Words dont leave my lips, no they cant escape
One of us isnt getting out alive
I am hers, and she is mine...

When she looks in my eyes these days
I cant help but to feel like i am to blame
The sweat dripping, and all the blood stains
If i did as she asked, maybe i could escape
A prisoner, playing into her fears
Noone cares, my new life, ive disappeared
Nothing left, all ive got is time
I am hers, and she is mine

Her

Her lips quiver
Her Body shakes
Her whole damn heart
Is the blackest of grey
Her eyes wide
Her blood play
Her whole damn plan
Is to break me today

• Experimental
• Martinsburg