Well lucky me
You've found my key
Is it everything
You wanted it to be?
Your use of the form I am
To make a mark in the sand
To weak to close my own eyes
Do it for me and cut your ties
I grit my teeth just at the thought
Of being another heart you bought
Cut too close
Separated in rows
Insides burning
Secrets churning
To weak to close my own eyes
Do it for me and cut your ties
I grit my teeth just at the thought
Of being another heart you bought