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• Artiste: Kyla La Grange
• Titre: To Be Torn
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Oh God, I'm stuck They are hell bent on us And I've got nothing to offer you My skin trembles, It wants to be used Oh God, I'm thrown I am only happy on my own My heart grows harder, It wants to perform And I only ever feel it when I want it to be torn. To be torn Like a held hand, from it's first love Like a last kiss, from it's vain hope. Like a grown child, from it's skipping rope. Oh God, What now? I have ruined this, I have broken you down. Your fingers are weathered Your eyes are full of clouds The raindrops collect with the tears at your mouth. At your mouth. Where I once kissed, your warm lips. As my tongue tripper, over white teeth. Bitten soft skin, with my hands tied. Oh God, I've strayed. I should not have come here with the wind in my sails. I've blown you backwards now your heart is impaled and I know you don't believe me but I'm sorry that I failed. To be torn. Like a held hand, from it's first love Like a last kiss, from it's vain hope. Like a grown child, from it's skipping rope. (Grazie a Alessandra per questo testo)