real folk blues

what's left to say? save it for another day tell me some other way than this i don't like it when you attack everything i do behind my back you're going to regret this pain you've caused me should it come from within? or maybe from without? you tell me you're saying that i'm the one without remorse ok, but at least i know how to feel my way through a bad situation instead of blaming others for my own insecurities liar so why is it that i even care? it must have been a glimpse of your hair that i saw shimmering in the light your image is the source of my plight and agony measured beyond words cuts borne from verbal assaults that amass and swarm like birds feasting on my heart i'm trying to show you you know i'm trying