Fantasy

I’m sick of being in the back of your mind
Constantly drenched with lies
I’m sick of being in the back of your mind
You drive me insane sometimes
I feel like I could…
The battlefield is way too far
I’ll stab you here
I’m sick of me getting all of the pain
I think it’s you that should cry
I’m sick of being in the back of your mind
Constantly drenched with lies
From honest eyes
The battlefield is way too far
I’ll stab you here
My fantasy is where I go
To kill you
All the time
My reply
To what you put me through
I will find
Peace of mind
But not with you
Say goodbye