LYRIC FOR SALE

By Emma C

Brother you took the sword out.
You should have sheathed it,
Because It's blunt now.

Brother you've bled my heart out.
You should have known,
To keep your mouth shut.

You take the old wound,
And slice it open.
You think forgiveness,
Is something owed to you.

You play your games,
Like we deserve them.
Then run away,
Yeah just desert them.

Coz It must be cold, sitting in your car.
When every bridge you've burnt, is still on fire.

Now every Wolf that cried,
Knows your name.
And your running out of names,
To take the blame.

You say you love us,
As if you mean it.
Then take it all back,
In a heart beat.

Your blood is pumping,
But mine is bleeding.
I won't let you in now,
Won't let you feed me...

All this bullshit,
It takes the truth to see.
No I ain't grieving,
I'm simply leaving.

Find some other sucker,
For your breath to feed on.

Coz it must be cold, sitting in your car.
When every bridge you've burnt, is still on fire.

I hope the game,
Was fun to play.
Coz now every Wolf that cried,
Knows your name.

And they will beat you,
At your end game.

Yeah It must be cold, sitting in your car.
When every bridge you've burnt, is still on fire.

You light the match,
And make the pyre.
But you better run now,
Coz we're all done with trying.

Copyright Emma Chute 22/6/18