Assault with a Deadly Weapon

The air is always slicing at my lungs
Cutting me like a thousand razor blades
It's always so fucking brutal, cruel
Then again...
Those looks you offer up can usually
Hold the same purpose; the intent to kill
I dont think you know what you're doing
Do you? There's no right answer to the question
The sunlight pummelts itself upon me
It burns without intentions, somehow it just does
It's always so fucking scornful, demanding
And yet...
I get the same scalding response from you
Maybe it's not on purpose; I'm reading into motives
I don't think you know what you're doing
Do you? There's no right answer to the question
You can't see it, you don't see it
But I'm bleeding out across the floor
Do you? Can you?
Each smile, each word, another bullet
And I'm bleeding out across the floor