A twisted sense of irony in the way your constant
Lack of sympathy has turned me so hopeless, so heartless
Gethsemane open for me tonight, I'll pray for the last
time.
For you and for me and our ordinary lives, ordinary lies.
My pain, redefined like an unwelcome guest arrives just to
remind me.
I'm there for you if you'd still want me to, for after all
I'm yours to keep.
Just come to me, I'm waiting with my wounds wide open.
Pour your salt into these wounds and watch me crawl.
Tell me to take it like a man, show me my place,
Hurt me just because you can.
Though now it hurts like hell it is better to feel just
something else
Than live in that uncertainty, so tell me now, how was he
and tell me was he worth it
An ounce of peace is all I want,
A solemn haven for the torn and tired one, downcast wayward
son.
Can't crawl out of my hole,
So I'll make it my home,
While wise enough to dig no more.
Trying to wash off the pain stain, don't fill my heart with
your disdain.
Why can't you see, a leap without faith is what you ask of
me.
You pour your salt into my wounds and watch me crawl.
Tell me to take it like a man, show me my place,
Hurt me just because you can.
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