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Isn't there a way out of this?
(the knives are calling me)
This feeling inside is tearing me apart
(the flowers are waiting)
My eyes are growing dim from this anxiety
(problems do have solutions you know)
I need to get this gun out of my face.
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Maybe I could relate a little too well because I figured this one out in the first line. I like the ambiguity of the piece, but I felt it was lacking in its shortness. (JMO) Overall, a good write.
Yvylyn
