Broken Bones
Broken bones will fall apart
I know you will 'gain break my heart
But I know I can't live without you
When I cry it's all about you
Black, and blue scars form my heart
Once again I'm just torn apart, and
I care for your sensitive heart
Your face is a piece of my art
Broken bones, my old worn bones
Will rot in hell, my pain exiles
Broken bones, my old worn bones
Will rot in hell, my pain excels
Broken bones, my old worn bones
Will rot in hell, my pain exiles
Broken bones, my old worn bones
Will rot in hell, my pain excels
I believe it is so that we all have our hours
Our time on the clock will run out, and take us down
Death is so quiet when it comes, and it faces us
I've met death before, but I barred up my doors
I fell through the floor, and I don't exist anymore (anymore)
My broken bones will fall apart
It's in my nature, it's in my art
To receive a broken heart
A fraction you took will be gone
I'm starting to break
My bones are now rotting
I'm starting to break
My bones you're now kissing
I've had seventeen fractures, and
I think you're glad to see me like this
Broken bones, my old worn bones
Will rot in hell, my pain exiles
Broken bones, my old worn bones
Will rot in hell, my pain excels
Broken bones, my old worn bones
Will rot in hell, my pain exiles
Broken bones, my old worn bones
Will rot in hell, my pain excels
I know you will 'gain break my heart
But I know I can't live without you
When I cry it's all about you
Black, and blue scars form my heart
Once again I'm just torn apart, and
I care for your sensitive heart
Your face is a piece of my art
Broken bones, my old worn bones
Will rot in hell, my pain exiles
Broken bones, my old worn bones
Will rot in hell, my pain excels
Broken bones, my old worn bones
Will rot in hell, my pain exiles
Broken bones, my old worn bones
Will rot in hell, my pain excels
I believe it is so that we all have our hours
Our time on the clock will run out, and take us down
Death is so quiet when it comes, and it faces us
I've met death before, but I barred up my doors
I fell through the floor, and I don't exist anymore (anymore)
My broken bones will fall apart
It's in my nature, it's in my art
To receive a broken heart
A fraction you took will be gone
I'm starting to break
My bones are now rotting
I'm starting to break
My bones you're now kissing
I've had seventeen fractures, and
I think you're glad to see me like this
Broken bones, my old worn bones
Will rot in hell, my pain exiles
Broken bones, my old worn bones
Will rot in hell, my pain excels
Broken bones, my old worn bones
Will rot in hell, my pain exiles
Broken bones, my old worn bones
Will rot in hell, my pain excels
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