It´s like loving a lion that cannot be tamed,
I snap at the thought or the sound of your name.
Pulling teeth from my stomach,
you´ve been eaten alive.
My blood fills your lungs,
my soul, your inside.

My feet they stand on ashes,
from the fires that you´ve made.
Burning bridges,
just to save your face.

If I say I wouldn´t be hostile,
could you say you would do the same?
If we´re all made just a little bit broken,
tell me who is to blame?

I´m sensing a feeling picking wounds of regret,
that left alone there´s no scarring ill dig & ill dig,
scratching & itching ill keep biting my lip,
from this pain that I´m feeling,
picking wounds of regret.

A cut cannot heal,
unless you leave it alone.
I´ll open mine daily,
leaving bones exposed.

If I say I wouldn´t be hostile,
could you say you would do the same?
If we´re all made just a little bit broken,
tell me who is to blame?

Standing on ashes from the fires you´ve made,
burning your bridges just to save your face.

Wounds of regret.

If I say I wouldn´t be hostile,
could you say you would do the same?
If we´re all made just a little bit broken,
tell me who is to blame?

We´re broken, imperfect,
we were all made the same.
We´re broken, imperfect,
we are all to blame.