Save The Clocktower
it ain t over till these bones are picked clean
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Im sick of this growing fear
And i know theres hope for tomorrow
Theres nowhere left to run now
so ill stand my ground while you sharpen your teeth
For all those empty words and callous hearts
that strive to tear me apart
these tired eyes will shed no tears
even after all these wasted years
When you open your mouth
do words even come out?
Is this spite directed at me?
Why wait until im legless
To throw your words at my feet?
For all those empty words and callous hearts
that strive to tear me apart
these tired eyes will shed no tears
even after all these wasted years
My minds on a turn
a catastrophe waiting to happen
i can see the light
so why does it hurt
to get stronger?