16 October 2012
The water scalds my fingers, My hands look red and raw. I stand there lookin out the window, Not a shit to give at all.
The pain no longer hurts, My hands, too numb to feel. The tears no longer falling, My wounds beginning to heal.
I forget all the shouting, I forget all the screams. I forget that it was you, Who ruined all my dreams.
But I know when I go back, To you in the living room. You'll pretend that you love me, Then the all hell will resume.
Hot Water • Opuss № I