Ben Ha Mean
03/30/06, 09:23 AM
Between us a string invisable to the naked eye,
The only thing holding us together, by a thread.
Apply too much pressure, inevitably it will break,
But too much slack and we collide.
So by a thread we suffer, stable and unstable.
So by a thread we lie, a support system for you.
This thread is a stagnation of the truth that hurts.
If the thread is cut, a load off my back,
but a tumble and endless fall in your shoes.
So when it occurs, don't mourn because you lost me,
but because you now have a reason to change.
Because I hate your ways, I will cut the thread,
but because I LOVE YOU, I will catch you, look back at this,
and Laugh.
The only thing holding us together, by a thread.
Apply too much pressure, inevitably it will break,
But too much slack and we collide.
So by a thread we suffer, stable and unstable.
So by a thread we lie, a support system for you.
This thread is a stagnation of the truth that hurts.
If the thread is cut, a load off my back,
but a tumble and endless fall in your shoes.
So when it occurs, don't mourn because you lost me,
but because you now have a reason to change.
Because I hate your ways, I will cut the thread,
but because I LOVE YOU, I will catch you, look back at this,
and Laugh.