Everyday as been somewhat of a bore to me I wake up in the morning wanting to be loved By this grown shadow, Haunting my sickness
I walked over centuries worth of land no man could give to me When I found the one he took all the shame and pain away
All I can say is I blame you for loving me All I can say is I blame you, blame you For all the hurting, By this emptiness
Breathing fire into the night Thinking of you, it feels so done Open folded, those were the days…