Bite the Bullet

I see you spin out further,
you're stuck in this self pity web.
You're swallowed, you're damaged by hurt.
I love you, you know I do.

Your manipulative stride,
your fucked up eyes,
your battered ways,
are my disgrace and they're here.
I loved you...

Now, I am sober
and I see,
you're not really
here...

You say everything is fine,
but I know how you lie.
I've seen your eyes and their false smiles.

Now, I am sober
and I see,
you're not really
here...

How could you do this to them?
Well you might as well bite the bullet,
while its yours to give.

Stop,
Breathe deep and know you are loved.

-Witness to Wolves-