Pines

I can feel you crumbling With your twisted tongue wasting, I'll unravel it You can leave me running If you took the knife to your twisted life, would you leave me behind? Oh, there's a hole in your heart Oh, there's a lonely place to grow When you're tired and old and you're scared of the things you know Time, you might see it passing As you laid me bare with a silent stare which you give up your speech - two, three, four If you think I'm scared, why are you running babe? You're a belligerent soul whose friendship is out of line