17 acessos
Am C G
You are one of god's mistakes, you crying tragic waste of skin
I'm well aware of how it aches and you still won't let me in.
Now I'm breaking down your door to try and save your swollen face
Though I don't like you anymore you lying trying waste of space
You were mother nature's son, someone to whom I could relate
You're needle and your damage done remains a sorted twisted of fate
Now I'm trying to wake you up to pull you from the liquid sky
Cause if I don't we'll both end up with just your songs that say goodbye
Am C G
My oh my, a song to say goodbye
A song to say
F C
Before our innosence was lost you were always one of those blessed with lucky sevens
G
And the voice that made me cry