Self-Inflicted Song

[couchgrouch]

Self-Inflicted SongI could stand her leavingif time would close her doorcos not saying I was sorryI'll always be sorry fornow my walls moan with echoesfrom my guitar's blue stringsI wonder if I hurt my loverso I'd have something to singas I whisper in the dark,I'm shot through the heartby a self-inflicted songsome things get put in cagesbut they're too wild to surviveso you can capture momentsjust never aliveand I wrote this sad tunetrying to preserve the pastbut while I'm chaining bygonesthe future's dying fastas my mem'ries slowly waltz, with my sins and my faultsto a self-inflicted songthere are knives and razorsnooses and gunsand those who use themuse them only oncebut I bleed so bad inside,I wonder if I'll diefrom a self-inflicted song(c)2004 Robert George