Words

"Words"
by Beth Isbell
© 2015 BeThisBell


ch.
Your words are killing my soul,
You stand up on high, just to make me feel low,
I give you my love, but you take all control,
And your words are killing my soul


v.1
It's hell to be all and ever want more,
The prices you pay for your dreams are paved with your woe,
And I may be a fool for all that you know,
But these dreams that you kill in my head still never let go


ch.
Your words are killing my soul,
You stand up on high, just to make me feel low,
And I may be a fool for all that you know,
But your words are killing my soul


v.2
I don't understand why it tortures you so,
You claw & you claw & you claw 'til I'm down in your hole,
You tear down my love with your lack of a soul,
But the prizes you want me to prize only melt down to gold


ch.
Your words are killing my soul,
You stand up on high, just to make me feel low,
You tear down my love with your lack of a soul,
And your words are killing my soul


 

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