Perfume - Olivia Jean

«Rage is a response to fear

Fear is a response to love

Love is a response to losing control

And these seem to be the emotions

With which we start life

One irritating situation after another.»

You are a pistol aimed at my heart

For so long it’s left me scarred

I hear your name

I’m torn apart

Forced to leave everything to chance

I pray to shake out of your trance

A victim

Of circumstance

A fire set upon my path

The last face I saw

Before the crash

No you don’t care

What you have sown

You’re the perfume I wore

At my funeral

I let your damage leave me numb

Comfort in me playing victim

All that I had

Has come undone

They left you home

They left astray

Catch me before I’m thrown away

I never thought

I’d see the day

A fire set upon my path

The last face I saw

Before the crash

No you don’t care

What you have stole

You’re the perfume I wore

To my funeral