Bury the Hatchet
The axe is buried deep inside my chest
It hurts the most when I try to rest
I curse who put it in there time and time again
The truth is I like to hold on to the pain
Shall we bury the hatchet?
Place it gently in the ground
Shall we bury the hatchet?
When no one is around
One thing we both know, we get older by the day
So let's bury this axe before we both turn grey
A sharp blade softly strokes my heart
Been bleeding since we've been apart
When I am distracted I pretend it is not there
The truth is I can't pretend that I don't care
Shall we bury the hatchet?
Underneath the floor
Shall we bury the hatchet?
Come in and close the door
One thing we both know
we're as stubborn as they come
So let's bury this axe and call this battle done
I barely remember how it started
Something one another said
Soon enough our friendship had departed
Sure enough our brotherhood was dead
I tend to dwell, stew the pot then simmer
I place the blame, convinced it's all your fault
But what good is pointing the finger?
Grudges just ain't worth their salt
Shall we bury the hatchet?
Once and for all
Shall we bury the hatchet?
Before we take our final fall
One thing we both know is we like to make a stand
So let's bury this axe
Share a beer and shake hands
It hurts the most when I try to rest
I curse who put it in there time and time again
The truth is I like to hold on to the pain
Shall we bury the hatchet?
Place it gently in the ground
Shall we bury the hatchet?
When no one is around
One thing we both know, we get older by the day
So let's bury this axe before we both turn grey
A sharp blade softly strokes my heart
Been bleeding since we've been apart
When I am distracted I pretend it is not there
The truth is I can't pretend that I don't care
Shall we bury the hatchet?
Underneath the floor
Shall we bury the hatchet?
Come in and close the door
One thing we both know
we're as stubborn as they come
So let's bury this axe and call this battle done
I barely remember how it started
Something one another said
Soon enough our friendship had departed
Sure enough our brotherhood was dead
I tend to dwell, stew the pot then simmer
I place the blame, convinced it's all your fault
But what good is pointing the finger?
Grudges just ain't worth their salt
Shall we bury the hatchet?
Once and for all
Shall we bury the hatchet?
Before we take our final fall
One thing we both know is we like to make a stand
So let's bury this axe
Share a beer and shake hands
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