Spiral Stones

Must have said a hundred times
How I'm done with your shit
But your bed's the bed I've made
And now I'm lying, I guess I'm lying in it
If I had all William's words, I couldn't list the ways you wear me out
And everything you say shows me you don't care
While I'm haunted by that church outside your window
The fucking smell of your hair
Every minute has been torture, while you've wondered if I'm worth your time
I wonder what would change if I knew from the start
That I'd end January carrying stones in the pit of my heart

I'm shackled to my bed, now I wish that I was dead
I've tried but I can't see a future where I'm half of me
You have made your choice, now you're every inner voice
That says I'll never be enough
Will I ever be enough



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Bradbury
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