Grinding Pieces to Fit

Once I could still sing for you. But that was a long time ago
I've bitten my lip. I've been drudged apart. Every time you didn't understand opened misery
For all of these years; growing tired, the crying and grinding pieces to fit
I tried everything - I think. I'm grinding the pieces to fit. I'm grinding my pieces to fit

I've felt the abyss. Please could we stop digging this ditch and "whose fault is it"?
Please stop to search behind this neck and desperately fit into dreams
I know I kept you there, I failed to read between the lines
But promises will finally brake, like chains

Until I have a new tongue for you to hear loudly

Millions and millions and millions of pieces later
I will sing when time has rinsed me long enough from your filthy mouth of ruins



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Campbell-marshall
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