Left at the altar, I guess I'm not worth the time
I always falter, but that's me at my best
Dropped the ball, never been my sport
I lost it all, one more failure I guess
Impaled, burnt, bleeding from the heart
Dying numerous deaths must be my art
This wound isn't the first, definitely not the last
But it's my fault, I keep letting them get past
My soul must be into whips, chains, and sharp objects
My mutilations seem to see something I just don't get
I don't get it at all
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Left at the altar, I guess I'm not worth the time
I always falter, but that's me at my best
Dropped the ball, never been my sport
I lost it all, one more failure I guess
Impaled, burnt, bleeding from the heart
Dying numerous deaths must be my art
This wound isn't the first, definitely not the last
But it's my fault, I keep letting them get past
My soul must be into whips, chains, and sharp objects
My mutilations seem to see something I just don't get
I don't get it at all
I always falter, but that's me at my best
Dropped the ball, never been my sport
I lost it all, one more failure I guess
Impaled, burnt, bleeding from the heart
Dying numerous deaths must be my art
This wound isn't the first, definitely not the last
But it's my fault, I keep letting them get past
My soul must be into whips, chains, and sharp objects
My mutilations seem to see something I just don't get
I don't get it at all
Writer: Deriq Dooley
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