| Pieces of the Broken | ||||||
| Written by Nightingale | ||||||
| ~V1~
When your insides turn to mush and your brain is on the sidewalk See me laugh as I pass you by, pass you by, pass you by Your own life is your fault and is in your hands alone So don't expect me to see you and cry, and cry, and cry ~V2~ Knife in heart, bullet in head, rope around neck, around neck To bleed is to love is to hate is to cut your fate on your skin Grasp the situation, insanity flowing through your cursed veins That gun looks so damn tempting, hello sal-va-tion! ~Pre-Chorus~ The ghost of your past is catching up you find Drenched in this blood that you have drained You can run but you can't hide from ties that bind And you try and lie that you've been framed Failure of love is not uncommon umong your kind Your head hung and you are blamed For the rotting corpse that on the light is shined You cry out that you're the victim and have been maimed But you discover that no one cares about your mind And you are now alone and should be ashamed ~Chorus~ The pieces of the broken fall on yo-ou Fall on you, fall on you Their bodies hang from the dark mo-on The dark moon, the dark moon And their blood is on your ha-ands On your hands, on your hands The pieces of the bro-oken The pieces of the bro-oken ~V3~ How do you like to feel contempt and looked down upon? Ripped to shreds by the judging jaws of your owner How do you like to be beaten and flung about like a doll Do you like to be called a low-life no-good loner? ~V4~ You had it all, you were on the throne, you had your fun But baby, those fifteen minutes of fame are gone I'm glad you soared high, you crashed harder that way And now you are the lowest of low, looked down upon ~Pre-Chorus~ ~Chorus~ ~Chorus~ |
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