it's different now

i feel that all those looks were just a game

you smoked and choked on cigarettes

and acted cute and lame-and lame



your parting lips that wrapped me up

in promised company

now mumble that each breath i take

takes from the air you breathe-and breathe



you were to share these dreams

but from this bed it's different than it seems

you'll have to drag me everywhere you go

and you're not martyr material



you fell in love, you fell so hard

you said it must be days

i said that i am not quite ready

for your newest phase-your face



conceding, lying, cheating

deceiving relentlessly

my voice got softer

you could no longer hear me-hear me



that ring you wear in fashion

has a chain that pierces through my nose

you'll have to drag me everywhere you go

and you're not martyr material



my life is riding in this chair of wheels

with arms that move too slow

you'll have to drag me everywhere you go

and you're not martyr material