Stained and afraid that this won't ever go away
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Engulfed inside a blaze of memories
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And the strain of digging holes, is beginning to take it's toll
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And I saw this coming, when you started running over my dreams but isn't it funny
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It eats at me slowly and I found redemption in suffering
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And it's just like you to say, I'd be better off without you anyway
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Now I'm stumbling through my words and it's all your fault, so feel guilty
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Stained and looking for a way out of this mess
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The feelings and the truth are hard to confess
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But you've seen the cycle round now I guess you had me figured out
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So you watched me suffer, it inched it's way slowly under my skin
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But I saw this coming, when you started running
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Now it seems sensible to burn the bridge
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And it's just like you to say, that it's better when you have things your own way
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Now I'm stumbling through my words and it's all your fault
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So feel guilty.
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Arctic Ocean
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Sinch |