Alcohol sour on my lips
I swear I'm about to fall
I cower at the thought of you
Oh the walls I've set up
The knotts in my stomach
All due to you
My soul is broken
No one to repair it
My pain is unspoken
I could yell 'It's not fair!'
But the chain would still remain
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 1:17 AM UTC
Alcohol sour on my lips
I swear I'm about to fall
I cower at the thought of you
Oh the walls I've set up
The knotts in my stomach
All due to you
My soul is broken
No one to repair it
My pain is unspoken
I could yell 'It's not fair!'
But the chain would still remain
