Have I thanked you for your time?

Or will your life go unrewarded 

Again?

Never asking for a dime

You just gave all of yourself

Until I turned my back on you 

My friend



The powers that be made you a martyr

Conspiracy led you to slaughter

I tried to control it but as soon as I showed it

I was shot down again



Once again outnumbered

Appreciation slumbered

You can ask yourself why

But that look in your eye

Doesn't pass the test

You've been laid to rest my friend

Again



Tortured artist bears his soul

Seems the pressure took its toll

Lived a life so punishing

Now he keeps the publishing



Spilling your guts out to a pad and pen



Raising the knife

To a picture of a life 

(I once knew)

(Just won't do)

I cannot lie

I can't try anymore 

(To reach you)

I just can't fight

Raise the knife

Raise the knife

Cut through



I remember once you were the quiet type

Content to sit and watch the motions of your life

With false sensitivity

You cut yourself open so people would adore you



They all bought into your contrived sincerity

And how you wore your heart and soul right on your sleeve

Laughing sarcastically

You turned your back on the people who adored you



Self-absorbed exhaustion

Self-esteem distortion

Self-infused extortion

Self-serving abortion



I'll take the blame for these things that I say

'Cause I had the heart and the will and the courage to stay

Every day

I won't walk away



Reading through all the digests you show me

I notice the way that you