It Tears Me Up Like Paper

It tears me up like paper,

The things you made me do.

I dragged you from Killarney

until I reached Timbuktu.

I wanted so deeply and truly,

to get back what you took,

yet all I received in kind,

was puking with an empty look.

I did my very best,

to give you all I had,

But even when I did that

all you were is sad.

"Why do you fight so hard for me?"

"Isnt it plain to see,

I'm just a dumb ignorant little boy,

with an arrow to my knee"

I didnt care what it took

or the fight I had to give

I stayed in the ring to the bitter end

seeking terminative.

You lied and fooled me for days and weeks

saying that it was working fine

that things could get better in the end

and all I needed was time.

Time ran out and so did you,

right beyond the wire

and I gave chase and there I flew

running through the fire.

The fire it burned and hurt so bad,

I stopped and looked above.

you kept on running faster away,

flying just like a dove.

Sometimes I scream up at the sky,

wanting to hear you mope.

As if the mope could cure my pain,

as I scream there like a dope.

The silence might be painful,

and pain ever unrelenting,

but it surely beats the fiery chase

and all of the tormenting.

Tex Berdfleu