Thin Ice
You try to play nice so I forget when we stood on thin ice but we'll be there again soon
And I do recall
You waited for me to fall
So fake lift me up you're lifting me up
And I know you feel hollow yeah I know you feel hollow
Such a hard pill to swallow i'll be alone
And I can't recall
You sticking up for me at all
So when your backs against the wall who will you call
I know you feel small
Yeah I know you feel small
Such a hard pill to swallow
I've crawled from underneath your shoes
But all my plans fell through so I'll sit and wait for you
Short numbered days are always blue so I'll slit my wrist for you
You'll laugh in spite of all my blood till it's spilling over you
You try to play nice so I forget when we stood on thin ice but we'll be there again soon
(Plead until hurts)
(I'll wait for the day that you struggle)
(You try to play nice)
(Go fuck yourself)
(I'll wait for the day that you struggle)
(The day will never come)
All my friends came through so tell me who the fuck are you
No wonder both my hands are bruised
You made me used to being used
You'll laugh in spite of all my blood till it's spilling over you
And I do recall
You waited for me to fall
So fake lift me up you're lifting me up
And I know you feel hollow yeah I know you feel hollow
Such a hard pill to swallow i'll be alone
And I can't recall
You sticking up for me at all
So when your backs against the wall who will you call
I know you feel small
Yeah I know you feel small
Such a hard pill to swallow
I've crawled from underneath your shoes
But all my plans fell through so I'll sit and wait for you
Short numbered days are always blue so I'll slit my wrist for you
You'll laugh in spite of all my blood till it's spilling over you
You try to play nice so I forget when we stood on thin ice but we'll be there again soon
(Plead until hurts)
(I'll wait for the day that you struggle)
(You try to play nice)
(Go fuck yourself)
(I'll wait for the day that you struggle)
(The day will never come)
All my friends came through so tell me who the fuck are you
No wonder both my hands are bruised
You made me used to being used
You'll laugh in spite of all my blood till it's spilling over you
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Writer(s): Francisco Otero Reillo
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