By your presence

You’ve never known the truth
My lies crawl up to you
It wanted to stay alive
When dead already arrived
Now I’m sticking on to you
Like I’ve always wanted you
The knives stuck in my back
Are ready to attack, back, back
To those ones, the ones that grabbed the guns.
And now it’s sticking on to me
Like it always wanted me.
But the grief starts to believe
That I’ll always be coming back to you, you

& me.