Because sometimes we grow up with monsters |
Why do you still haunt me? Dreams of broken flowers in my bed How many times must I beg Till I no longer see you dead The images of blood on the wall Your voice still in my ears The gunshot reverberates Why call me here to watch this, Why say you love just before your death? I am screaming again, Tortured, All my fears return Bullets burn, My body broken My spirit has fled. Is this the love you were seeking This blood on my hands This blood on my hands She says I should go with them These two men in the hotel lobby. Eleven is a popular age and they've paid The room is dark and dirty And she'll let them hurt me But I've been thru this before and this knife is sharp and small And I smile as it meets flesh. I am screaming again, Tortured, All my fears return I burn, My body broken My spirit has fled. Is this What you were seeking This blood on my hands This blood on my hands Ten years, the fear resides And my pride won't let me waver Little sister begs "Come over" Momma is drinking again Hours later when I got the call An accident, heard her fall Sixteen and dead, it's your fault She says, You weren't here You should have been here. I am screaming again, Tortured, All my fears return She burns, I am broken My spirit has fled. Is this this your mother's love? This blood on your hands This blood on my hands This blood on our hands |