Cool Water

Cool water on my skin

Stole the colour from my face

I felt it run away

Your body next to his

Is the only shape I know

So why’d it have to change

You can scream

You can call

Or stay quiet

And let him go

The choice is yours

Three years or so I guess

Felt that rattle in his chest

I prayed that it would heal

But man can stay the hand

Or choose the card of which will land

Except the one who deals

You can scream

You can call

Or stay quiet

And let him go

The choice is yours

Still it’s not how it should end

But it does not to pretend

Cool water on skin

Stole the colour from my face

I felt it run away