| Bruised and bleeding
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| The embers glow
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| You couldn’t cover her shade of gold
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| The victim of your own attack
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| A waste of breath, distorted past
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| Your soul forever remains the color black
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| Wounded and scarred
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| Open your arms
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| So apathetic when you let it leave a mark
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| Spineless, you’re violent
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| When you can’t get away from yourself
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| You treat your closest like wasted moments
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| (Bruised and bleeding)
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| Don’t blame your father
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| When you are the cancer
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| She can’t get out of bed, how could she leave
|
| Too scared to face reality
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| If you could think without your fist
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| And feel the pain that you inflict
|
| Surely you would have to cut your limbs
|
| But your soul is the color black
|
| Spineless, you’re violent
|
| When you can’t get away from yourself
|
| You treat your closest like wasted moments
|
| (Bruised and bleeding)
|
| Don’t blame your father
|
| When you are the cancer
|
| She can’t get out of bed, how could she leave
|
| Too scared to face reality
|
| If you could think without your fist
|
| And feel the pain that you inflict
|
| Surely you would have to cut your limbs
|
| But your soul is the color black
|
| Bruised and bleeding
|
| The embers glow
|
| You couldn’t cover her shade of gold
|
| The victim of your own attack
|
| A waste of breath, distorted past
|
| Your soul forever remains the color black
|
| (Wounded and scarred, held in your arms
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| You feel the pain that you inflict)
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| Bleeding but the embers glow
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| Reflecting her shade of gold
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| Watch her as she turns her back
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| You remain the color black
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| Bleeding but the embers glow
|
| Reflecting her shade of gold
|
| Watch her as she turns her back
|
| You remain the color black |