Skin

Trashed



I’m like a soldier With no cause to fight Playing with bar boys To test you just right I watch your features I check for a sign Of some kind of failure Then I feel sublime Now I know I have to live without you I can only bend so far Guess it’s time to make some moves without you Now you’ve gone and trashed my heart Solid demeanor I look good a feat Still I’m too vicous To take on defeat Yes I hear You don’t feel this any more I see There’s nothing to believe in anymore Just two snitches on heat Still avoiding the grief Because it felt so hard