The Art of Fiction

Its safe to say your directions changed
and your falling to me again
you never wanted to learn
it burns my eyes

with stolen lies that took you home
you'll never realize that you were wrong

They'll be running away
with the words that I say
so i'll be writing them down
to make it easy
This is a genetic rhythm
my heart is black
a heart attack

sorry my dear i didn't mean
to wake you up from the obscene
i know my problem is...