a scrap

man i need to tidy up my saved files...

We each of us play out our parts
I clutch the fossil of your heart
stabbed by thorns it begins to bleed
but I hold on with practised ease

If I’m obsessed and you’re distressed
Why tolerate this careless caress?

And you tell me just what I am
Hold my eyes and take my hands
Scolding tongue burns my ears
Why must you be so sincere?

It hurts to know that I’m your foe
The source of all your woe