Kick me over like a stone again
Stand in judgment of all my sin
Never knowing where I have been
Flip my pages, then tear them out
Never pausing for a single doubt
Defended to my roaring shouts
Take your aim and shoot me down
Make me spiral to the cold hard ground
Souls dying gasp the only sound
Standing over me, take your prize
My bleeding heart in quick demise
Not even once did you agonize
Not once were you concerned
About the leasons I had learned
Thrown in the fire to watch me burn
Your actions were more than brash
Got me feeling lower than Johnny Cash
As under you gaze I turn to ash
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC
Kick me over like a stone again
Stand in judgment of all my sin
Never knowing where I have been
Flip my pages, then tear them out
Never pausing for a single doubt
Defended to my roaring shouts
Take your aim and shoot me down
Make me spiral to the cold hard ground
Souls dying gasp the only sound
Standing over me, take your prize
My bleeding heart in quick demise
Not even once did you agonize
Not once were you concerned
About the leasons I had learned
Thrown in the fire to watch me burn
Your actions were more than brash
Got me feeling lower than Johnny Cash
As under you gaze I turn to ash
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