Otherside

Sit right here
Sweet girl of mine
I'll tell you a story
Three chords at a time

I lost my world ripped it away
Another sorrow of yesterday

A bleeding heart
Beats deep inside
Would there be sorrow when I die

Keep it quiet
Deep in our gut
I'm getting to where
I don't give a fuck

My tongue feels heavy
And stomach tense
Heart on empty
And feeling sick

This love, it kills
Rips you apart
This love, it spits
Right on your heart

Just take the time and see the light
Just another moment till the Otherside

The Otherside

Never felt in sight
Don't lose your grip on

The Otherside

This love, it heals
Makes you a part
This love, it seals
Up wounded hearts

Never felt in sight
Don't lose your
Lose your grip on

The Otherside

This love, it heals
Makes you a part
This love, it seals
Up wounded hearts
A wounded heart

A wounded heart



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Bowling
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