Sick
It's not with love
You rip the child to pieces And crush his little voice
Inside your broken heart Until those
Those restless arms
Still reach up
So much
The hope to change
Or the change to mean it Lost with stolen tongues
Moving until they're cold Or stuck
And sore
Is there enough
Is it a chore
Love
I know you get
You get to need it
Trade some peace For lust
Then what's the point Of trust
If only the sun If only the sun Sees us
You rip the child to pieces And crush his little voice
Inside your broken heart Until those
Those restless arms
Still reach up
So much
The hope to change
Or the change to mean it Lost with stolen tongues
Moving until they're cold Or stuck
And sore
Is there enough
Is it a chore
Love
I know you get
You get to need it
Trade some peace For lust
Then what's the point Of trust
If only the sun If only the sun Sees us
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas A Arsenault
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