Broken Frames. Forgotten Names.

Just like that empty shot glass
this world keeps no hope for you
and your eyes have lost their shine
that must be why she walked away
into the wrong arms
but then all the lights were out
when she felt something for you
thats all it really was about
wasn't it?
A shoot and retreat
sort of battle
you died before you saw their faces
sniper aims and blood replaces
that pretty smile
twisting through your eyes
like crimson fields
no one ever walks through

Was that your only chance
Your only chance to feel
the only chance to touch
to make sure you're still real
and it didn't matter who's hands
you landed in
or who's feet you stepped on to get there
in the end it's all film
projected once and put aside
to gain dust
you don't even look twice
at least not anymore
and one day you will pass the slide
that you've been searching for
quick as that knife
quick as that knife
it hit you.