Part 2

Lyrics
I will often hold the doubt that I'm the bad one Accused of playing a victim of your love I can call this home, but it isn't where my heart is Do I paint you as a demon, out of shit and blood? I am trying hard, you act like this is effortless It's hard when you call your limbs the things we mutually bought I find emotive scales exciting and frightening But my emotive scales contract viruses of thought I have chosen this lonely freedom Let's hope that it works out for the both of us I'm a sorry sap, forever stunted ox confirmed Your flabbergasted film speech finding the words that hurt You say you were born broken and don't know how to love I think I do agree, that's why I've had enough
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Credits
- Writers
- Jay Clayton