I am my own worst enemy.
hold these calloused hands, guide me.
take me three steps forward so i can turn back
tell me you love me so can admit that i have nothing to confess
Massage these sore shoulders so i can return to my shell.
Pick up the phone, call the doctor. But I've already been diagnosed.
Im dying inside from self inflicted trauma.
I cant be saved, I dont wanna be saved.
An old man asked quite rhetorically:
Do you want your name in the stars or on a tombstone?
Why cant i have both?
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 7:28 PM UTC
I am my own worst enemy.
hold these calloused hands, guide me.
take me three steps forward so i can turn back
tell me you love me so can admit that i have nothing to confess
Massage these sore shoulders so i can return to my shell.
Pick up the phone, call the doctor. But I've already been diagnosed.
Im dying inside from self inflicted trauma.
I cant be saved, I dont wanna be saved.
An old man asked quite rhetorically:
Do you want your name in the stars or on a tombstone?
Why cant i have both?
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