Anthrax

It's difficult for me to get a grip on what you mean
When you stick you fingers in your ear
and create another scene
You always step into the traps set perfect in yor path
Busy going crazy over whose knife's in your back
Dive inside your blackest stare
The one that's saying do you date
Screaming that you're scared
You the tallest soul
With the shortest self-esteem
Painted as the victim
Who's split between the beams
It doesn't seem to matter
It's nothing
Dead a dream is dying
It's nothing
Best friend I never had
Play me to the point of pushing me too far away