Bullets
by: Tammi

Words hit the wall before drifting toward the floor
Caged in a room of promises, locked is the door
Hollow as the barrel of a gun, they will fall
Before drifting toward the floor, words hit the wall

Try to soothe my pain physically with a soft touch
After all, I know that your words do not mean much
Everyday, your disguised lies crush me mentally
With a soft touch, try to soothe my pain physically

Tomorrow, your declarations won't mean a thing
The "truth" choking my finger, known as the pink ring
Apologize; say your heart is full of sorrow
Your declarations won't mean a thing tomorrow

I'll give another chance until the end, it seems
Daily trampled until I can no longer beam
I believe in the best - that you are of a friend
It seems I'll give another chance until the end

July 2005