Tender Bred Scars

This love in doubt wont save us
and grant the hearts they gave us
without emotion what are we but mannequins?
cast aside by faint shadows
as they watch and swing from
The Gallows

Tender Bred scars
Little doves in lines
im cursed at the moment
but not all the time
its been agony here
on this slight divide
Tender Bred Scars
Tender Bred Scars

I need your word in writing
and a heart stamped on paper
before i sign the deal off of mine
see this beating its not natural
natural
keep up, im fine
Im yours, your mine
And I want you
I dont need you
But i want you, Now

Tender Bred scars
Little doves in lines
im cursed at the moment
but not all the time
its been agony here
on this slight divide
Tender Bred Scars
Tender Bred Scars

Forgive me for being what Im trying not to be
Forgive me for being what im trying not to be
Forgive me for being what im trying not to be
Forgive me for being what im trying not to be
Forgive me for being, but im only being me.

Tender Bred Scars
Tender Bred Scars

The End

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