Wounded Paw
by:
Warship
I can't find the way back
And what was familiar seems abstract
Did I cringe on your approach, unwelcome guest?
(You're welcome now)
Every intrusion needs a host,
Every whisper needs your breath
(To carry a secret)
But I never appointed you this post,
I don't want you to direct
How can you know what's right for me?
I never had the chance to speak
How can you know what's right for me?
I never had the chance to speak
"but no one cares about what you've got to say"
A red line, a mishap
Another town to avoid on the road map
Then you chose a length of rope instead of asking for a hand
(and everything will have it's end)
The more that gets explained all the less I understand
No you don't do what's right for me when the objective is to keep us weak