Two hands holding each other,
And I know they're gonna let go of mine.
Because that's all I've ever knew.
I feel it in the way they tighten their grip,
They're only waiting for a good moment.
A moment where I will not pay attention,
It's easier to run away than face your mistakes.
And I know for a fact that leaving or dying,
In life, are the only two options you have.
If you're leaving you're not dying,
But can you really live with body on you conscience ?
Apparently yes, mankind is cruel, heartless
But a coward in the way it kills its victims.
That's why I let go of their hand first,
Before they have the chance to shoot.
It's a game I've became an expert at,
After being wounded so many times.
