Tethered heart, thorns in deep
Tethered heart,
thorns in deep...
Leaving marks,
my insecurities creep...
Tethered heart,
thorns in deep...
Leaving marks,
my insecurities creep...
The broken soldier sings and whistles day to dark; He's but the remnant of a man, maimed and half-blind,
But the soul they could not harm goes singing like the lark, Like the incarnate Joy that will not be confined
The Lady at the Hall h...
There is sorrow in the household;
There's a grief too hard to bear;
There's a little cheek that's
There's a sobbing baby there
That day a fire was in my blood;
I could have sung: joy wrapt me round;
The men I met seemed all so good,
I scarcely knew I trod the ground
He is quick, thinking in clear images;
I am slow, thinking in broken images
He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images;
I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images
Factory windows are always broken
Somebody's always throwing bricks,
Somebody's always heaving cinders,
Playing ugly Yahoo tricks
U left me am broken . . Knees are on the ground . Until you take me in . Let's ride it like the GOOOO KART .
What
Like the GOOO KART
Everything seems soo easy .
Anxiety is dragging me down to the ground,
Throwing me to the wolves.
They bruised me and spit on me,
Till they feel satisfied.