Blackbeard, the Sinking
I owe you several apologies
I was dreaming of better days
I wash one's dirty laundry in a song nobody cares
My hands shake, shaking these days
I feel so close to the end
My heart is growing old, the clock ticks by
Staring at the ship starting to sink
Oh where you off to?
I'm covered in dust of my days
I was dreaming of you
Torn into pieces, now my heart's healed
This silhouette is unfamiliar
You got the part so show me what you got
Why do you lose your ways?
I'm like this everyday
I just follow the one who leads us the wrong way
I consider myself somewhere between love and anger
Suffocating on your jaded ways
You suck at being the anchor
Can't you hear our needs or what?
Don't go down with the ship
With wind in it's sails, set the rudder
Play the part you chose, please don't go down
My heart is growing old, the clock ticks by
Staring at the ship starting to sink
I got old and grey, now a mother
Always trying to better than how you lead
Writer/s: Five Minute Major