Ole' Scratch

Take this choice, from my hands
I don't wanna have to take a stand
If I join the devil that's my brand...
Or can I make my own reprimand

My fingers Cold
Home road unknown
Break moral code
And god will scold

Growing up and, Getting older
Aching eyes are, Getting colder
This old scratch is, at my boarder
His hands on my, aching shoulder

Crack a smile
Hide the hurt
Its been so long and with death I flirt
I can't die, that's okay
Even in death I know I decay

Feel close to death
Scream my last breath
I want to run
So I hide from everyone

Growing up and, Getting older
Aching eyes are, Getting colder
This old scratch is, at my boarder
His hands on my, aching shoulder

Growing up and getting older
My aching eyes get colder
This old scratch is colder
Hands on my aching shoulder

Growing up and getting older
My aching eyes get colder
This old scratch is colder
Hands on my aching shoulder



Credits
Writer(s): Gianni Basile
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