Garden 8 and the Victim of Thoughts

You are the reason for the bloodstains on my white t-shirt
A reminder of the happy memories I cannot forget
And forgive

And I no longer feel at home
With both my hands tied behind my back

They say not to bathe in the tainted water
Am I the only one whose made me into a worse daughter
And I could get paid to sit and think
Of my list of things that I regret and my mess
That keeps spilling around

And I no longer feel at home
With both my hands tied behind my back

And I think it's getting old
And tears before fears or ruins take their hold
And you're the best thing that's never happened to me
And you could take it right out my hand
But pull the trigger just in case

Maybe if you let me in I could help you out
Maybe if you help me in I can let you out
If you help me in I can



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Thomas Libatique, Logan Anthony Littlefield, Madaline Auguste Schrader, Mateus Domingues Gracias
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link