The Erasing
The Erasing


I've learned the under story
But I'm waiting for it to be heard by your lips
You kept the keys locked
Before I could encounter it somewhere near me.
Well, unknown is made knowingly
The state of the art of your fact you keep erasing
A stained individuality
Put you trying to do more than just smothering me.
There's no need to explain
Because I've learnt about your plans
And I won't care enough
Just because you're walking with somebody else.
There was none to be blamed
Before you stepped with that man
And don't you carry faith
When you're walking with somebody else.
I've learned about you, honey
But I can't seem to see the tensity in you of him touching your hips
I see you getting high
But I closed my eyes before you fell over dim.