bleeding sympathies from mental wounds
my battlefield consists of torture and truth
I cant separate myself from my weakness
needing a soul to save me from myself
Your words but a wisper upon the winds of change
and I try to hear them, but they fall upon me too soft for my hard head
i dont listen and you cry. not for yourself, but for me
oh your sympathies
baby i come back to you arms open and wide
excepting everything you have to give as i kiss your lips
never to leave again as if your soul were attached to me at the hip
i love you
my battlefield consists of torture and truth
I cant separate myself from my weakness
needing a soul to save me from myself
Your words but a wisper upon the winds of change
and I try to hear them, but they fall upon me too soft for my hard head
i dont listen and you cry. not for yourself, but for me
oh your sympathies
baby i come back to you arms open and wide
excepting everything you have to give as i kiss your lips
never to leave again as if your soul were attached to me at the hip
i love you