If words are weapons I'll keep sharpening my tongue. I hope you feel each cut with every syllable I've sung. And every single word that I've wrote, I've been slowly building this arsenal deep within my throat. I can't seem to hold on to anyone or anything for me than three days at a time. And I'm slowly forgetting sleep and losing my mind
Why do I only acknowledge my feelings when I'm writing songs? It seems like I'm repeating everything I never wanted to. You were right, when you left a part of me died. But it was only the sadness that I had inside
So save your breath because this time I'm not taking it away
You were right. When you left part of me died. It was only the sadness I had inside
You're the number one reason for most of my moral treason. A hollow shoulder always on the brink of caving in. But don't mistake my desperation for flattery because you aren't and never will be better than me
You will never be better than me