Loaded Relation
You ambush me
With a loaded gun!
Stick with me
Or hit the dirt.
You turned
Our relation into dust
And expect me
To show trust!
I may have lost my steam
There are however,
Some remnants of self-esteem.
Enough of your poisoned darts
I have chewed enough
On your guilt laden tarts.
Nothing binds us anymore
but the kids
Their plight
Pricks my conscience
And I bleed
And you revel
In the blood bath.
Your gun
Does not scare me
The scum can
Merrily engulf me.
Yet I will survive
And breathe.
It is the kids,
I know
They shall
Be the life
Or
The death of me!
Shyam
Loaded Relation
You ambush me
With a loaded gun!
Stick with me
Or hit the dirt.
You turned
Our relation into dust
And expect me
To show trust!
I may have lost my steam
There are however,
Some remnants of self-esteem.
Enough of your poisoned darts
I have chewed enough
On your guilt laden tarts.
Nothing binds us anymore
but the kids
Their plight
Pricks my conscience
And I bleed
And you revel
In the blood bath.
Your gun
Does not scare me
The scum can
Merrily engulf me.
Yet I will survive
And breathe.
It is the kids,
I know
They shall
Be the life
Or
The death of me!
Shyam
Loaded Relation
You ambush me
With a loaded gun!
Stick with me
Or hit the dirt.
You turned
Our relation into dust
And expect me
To show trust!
I may have lost my steam
There are however,
Some remnants of self-esteem.
Enough of your poisoned darts
I have chewed enough
On your guilt laden tarts.
Nothing binds us anymore
but the kids
Their plight
Pricks my conscience
And I bleed
And you revel
In the blood bath.
Your gun
Does not scare me
The scum can
Merrily engulf me.
Yet I will survive
And breathe.
It is the kids,
I know
They shall
Be the life
Or
The death of me!
Shyam
Loaded Relation
You ambush me
With a loaded gun!
Stick with me
Or hit the dirt.
You turned
Our relation into dust
And expect me
To show trust!
I may have lost my steam
There are however,
Some remnants of self-esteem.
Enough of your poisoned darts
I have chewed enough
On your guilt laden tarts.
Nothing binds us anymore
but the kids
Their plight
Pricks my conscience
And I bleed
And you revel
In the blood bath.
Your gun
Does not scare me
The scum can
Merrily engulf me.
Yet I will survive
And breathe.
It is the kids,
I know
They shall
Be the life
Or
The death of me!
Shyam
Loaded Relation You ambush me With a loaded gun! Stick with me Or hit the dirt. You turned Our relation into dust And expect me To show trust! I may have lost my steam There are however, Some remnants of self-esteem. Enough of your poisoned darts I have chewed enough On your guilt laden tarts. Nothing binds us anymore but the kids Their plight Pricks my conscience And I bleed And you revel In the blood bath. Your gun Does not scare me The scum can Merrily engulf me. Yet I will survive And breathe. It is the kids, I know They shall Be the life Or The death of me! Shyam