AfterThought

If I could I would, bid good riddance soon To this me & you in a tug of war that makes me want to scream If I could, I would If I should, I would If I would, I could But the tug of war it makes me want to bleed TOO BLEED! I don't wanna die Not with these thoughts in my head In a tug of war I can't win & I don't wanna try If this is as good as it gets all I can do is outrun them Here comes the AfterThought & oh look at me I'm barely dressed I set the table now & I feed it more & more & Here comes the AfterThought With eyes down I look for an escape but I know he'll run me down So I feed it more & more & So I feed it more & more & So I feed it more & more & More & More &