The Fixer

our pulses are weak

they have no strength to beat

i would give up my kidney

to make up for those drinks

buried in depression

but holding all oppression

no want heal, no room to deal

an endless maze

a victim in trade

she cannot see through his charade

she will not finish this game.

i wanted to fix you

even if none of it was true

out with an open wound

one that was caused by you

how could we be so cruel?

even when there's enough love

to amount

for two.

i was almost paralyzed yesterday

good thing your knife didn't have it's way

three and a half inches from my C3

a little more up

and i wouldn't be here to see

what betrayal really means.

i wonder what you think,

when i come across your mind

And are reminded

of how you weren't so kind

left me to dry.

Still

I held your heart close to mine

long enough to tease time

yet still you wanted me to be your fiddle

to heal your pain and reel the rain

but darling,

you are the only riddle

that i would not solve

because loving you

is to neglect all i want to be.