Relative (AYB)
I Met my past in the middle of the road
And I told him to just go home
Said he's tired of being so young
Never allowed to peer behind the curtain
Don't be so quick to abandon your bones
Run along little one run along
If you need something to cry about
I'll give you something to cry about
Everything hurts and it only gets worse
Pining to carry the torch
Exposed on the altar
Your innocence fades
Knowledge a curse it's a guide to your grave
All the things you were looking to
Are the same things that will destroy you
All the things that made you whole
Are the same things that will leave you with holes
If you need something to cry about
I'll give you something to cry about
Everything hurts and it only gets worse
Pining to carry the torch
Exposed on the altar
Your innocence fades
Knowledge a curse it's a guide to your grave
If you need something to cry about
I'll give you something to cry about
Everything hurts and it only gets worse
You grasp for the skin that you sold
You bought all the colors the cost was your soul
Pining to carry the torch
Exposed on the altar
Your innocence fades
Knowledge a curse it's a guide to your grave
Knowledge a curse it's a guide to your grave
And I told him to just go home
Said he's tired of being so young
Never allowed to peer behind the curtain
Don't be so quick to abandon your bones
Run along little one run along
If you need something to cry about
I'll give you something to cry about
Everything hurts and it only gets worse
Pining to carry the torch
Exposed on the altar
Your innocence fades
Knowledge a curse it's a guide to your grave
All the things you were looking to
Are the same things that will destroy you
All the things that made you whole
Are the same things that will leave you with holes
If you need something to cry about
I'll give you something to cry about
Everything hurts and it only gets worse
Pining to carry the torch
Exposed on the altar
Your innocence fades
Knowledge a curse it's a guide to your grave
If you need something to cry about
I'll give you something to cry about
Everything hurts and it only gets worse
You grasp for the skin that you sold
You bought all the colors the cost was your soul
Pining to carry the torch
Exposed on the altar
Your innocence fades
Knowledge a curse it's a guide to your grave
Knowledge a curse it's a guide to your grave
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Writer(s): David Gavin
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