Your Life on Your Knees
When I was kicked out of the house
I walked through snow, cursing everybody that I know
Ended up with pointless blood on my hands
A Burger King crown after drinking eight cans
My sisters hate me and I guess I know why
I make an art of fucking up my life
4 a.m. in an alleyway crying
Wishing I was loved by someone
Not hated and feared by everyone
By everyone
I fucked up so many, many times
My teenage years were just drugs and petty crimes
I got a son and I miss him to bits
I hope he grows up and doesn't do this
I follow the morning to the wishing well
Drop all my burdens and splinter my shell
Break me like a bottle
You can spill my light
But I just wanna go home
No angry echoes to fill my bones
Just take me home
And I don't want to live my life my life on my knees
And I don't want to live my life my life on my knees
And I don't want you to live this life your life on your knees
And I don't want us to live this life your life on your knees
And I don't want to live this life our life on our knees
And I don't want to live my life my life on my knees
My life on my knees
My life on my knees
Autor(es): DAVID CHRISTIAN BOWER
