Tear it!
Get burned in flames, then hold it back
Keep it!
The hands are set to knock or crack
Turn!
Flake my ears bleed and refuse to stay
Tied!
Too busy to bother
I can't get away
Just a little bit of this and that,
Like a scaredy-cat
So afraid
No, I never quit
I was cleared from work
I'm not the jerk getting paid
Shut!
It's now closed when I'm talking
Break!
Analyze, 'cause she's stalking
Cut!
Him to size into fine pieces
Take
The number Increases
I'd seen her just the other week,
But now we're in a fight
My head bowed, to the sky I looked,
Checking left to right
Then passed as the cut was made
It hit between the eights
A fragile, lonely heart edging
Close to the delirious gates
Just a little bit
Out and depressed
I didn't ace the test to an extent
I'm not a hypocrite
You need to think twice
To reduce the price a percent
At the end, the victim changed just before he rips
He screamed after he let it fly off his fingertips
Repeat, and continue again, and again repeat
With ice in the scorching sun to escape the heat
And that would be sweet!
Just a little bit
Too much to take
I'm wide awake, bent and creased
Don't start to spit out that 4-letter word
They've been used and blurred
To be quite the opposite,
And make a difference
While not making sense in the least