Of Mice & Men - Bones Exposed Its like loving a lion that cannot be tamed, I snap at the thought or the sound of your name. Pulling teeth from my stomach, youve been eaten alive. My blood fills your lungs, my soul, your inside. My feet they stand on ashes, from the fires that youve made. Burning bridges, just to save your face. If I say I wouldnt be hostile, could you say you would do the same? If were all made just a little bit broken, tell me who is to blame? Im sensing a feeling picking wounds of regret, that left alone theres no scarring ill dig & ill dig, scratching & itching ill keep biting my lip, from this pain that Im feeling, picking wounds of regret. A cut cannot heal, unless you leave it alone. Ill open mine daily, leaving bones exposed. If I say I wouldnt be hostile, could you say you would do the same? If were all made just a little bit broken, tell me who is to blame? Standing on ashes from the fires youve made, burning your bridges just to save your face. Wounds of regret. If I say I wouldnt be hostile, could you say you would do the same? If were all made just a little bit broken, tell me who is to blame? Were broken, imperfect, we were all made the same. Were broken, imperfect, we are all to blame.
Posted on: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 16:37:53 +0000
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