I guess I really should have kept it in my pants ;)

I don't mean harm or disrespect,
I'm like a frog, and you're gonna dissect.
But instead of organs, you're looking for secrets,
Looking for the one thing that fueled your hatred.

My heart is beating, pumping crimson-like blood.
That sheen in your eyes, it's a watery flood.
Crying, I see you.Whatever the reason for?
Are you gonna say something or walk out the door?

"Can we handle this any longer?", you ask tremulously,
"I'm not sure anymore..." I answer so very meekly.
Eerie silence starts, I sit here, and you're over there,
Both of us can't speak, and you're just playing with your hair.

You force yourself closer and grip your fist real tight,
I'm sitting there helpless. I wish I would just take flight.
Next thing I know, I'm seeing chirping birds and stars,
But truth be told, those are just bloody scars.

I drop dead again, too tired to even crawl,
I can't even speak, and I hear footsteps down the hall.
I don't recognize any of them. I'm not an expert, dude,
I'm just saying I fucked up, I'm not trying to be rude.