Words are weapons
They seem to shut doors
All love that was left
Seems dead on the floor

She tries to reach
But her hand gets slapped
Why get to the heart
Leave it all trapped

He's always had that power
He'd use it on a whim
Not all his blame
She gave it to him

Cryptic, he says
Cuts her to the quick
He can brush her off
With just one flick.

He's always had that power
He'd use it on a whim
Not all his blame
She gave it to him

Too far gone now
No sense to look back
There's a train coming
She's tied to the tracks

He's always had that power
He'd use it on a whim
Not all his blame
She gave it to him

March 2008