A Battleground
My blood is a battleground
My body's on its way
I walk out to subtle answers
And questionable faith
With your arms in hand
What's a better plan
Than having all you say
Come back to berate, come reiterate
Still call us cowards
Everything I thought I stood for
Has been burned into the ground
Sneak in overnight and take my life
Without making a sound
Can we act like we're okay?
Can you think of anything that's left to say?
Blood in my mouth
Try not to shout
Lash the fuck out and pretend we're okay
With your arms in hand
What's a better plan
Than having all you say
Come back to berate, come reiterate
Still call us cowards
I look up from the past
Don't you regret everything?
Nothing torn
No subtle pass
Don't you regret everything?
Don't you regret anything?
Autor(es): Corre Diablo