The sense of crawling
And when you still falling
You needed a hand to hold
Hold it right and it was so cold
You felt the blow, blew your soul
Your veins were empty and blood din’t flow
Filthy words and they pitched up high
Closing your ears and a foolish try
Blaming you as you were cursed
Pulling your body in your own hearse.
It’s true yes it’s true
No matter how you faced the end
Wasn’t it all the same
All that inside with disgrace and shame
Never gonna wash away.
Hated that shit what you got to behave
Closed your eyes with a faking smile
Got so scared and the hands held high
Sweating in pale your face was cold
Scars were new but the pain was old
Demon in you with no excuse
Carried it through you can’t refuse
Blaming you as you were cursed
Pulling your body in your own hearse.
It’s true yes it’s true
No matter how you faced the end
Wasn’t it all the same
All that inside with disgrace and shame
Never gonna wash away.
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