Broken Country, nothing special about that. |
This fear has me chilled down to the bone
And I have been haunted by these things I still have left to say
I'm weary of fighting this alone
So tired of holding on to strings much better left to fray
And I said
Hear me now, here and now
I'm calling
Memories wear me down
And this seems so complicated
When all I want is just the truth
I'm wilted and faded after all
Too strung out and burnt out to be half the man that I could be
I'll never belong inside your world
So black out the sun and leave me to play out the same old tragedy
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