Her Bark Is Worse Than Her Bite

Here she comes
Like a beautiful fire
That will burn me
Wrongs were not done
The pressure of life making it hard to be strong
The kettle blowing off steam in turn
Be careful or you will be thrown off in a firm
It will be done before too long
The words of battering staring at me like throngs
I can't just walk away
She'll ask me what do I want to say
Stay silent I must be
Maybe it is the only power I have to fight against the wind
The hurt will come later
The anger gone away by the fader
To prepare for the mental warfare
It is just an explosion for which there is nothing to prepare
Today it's just my luck
At the end of the day I'm going to get
Tomorrow everything will be okay
Surviving yet another freight train



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Young
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