atrophy torn muscles hang from the line sun-dried, now it's time for the feast and i wait in line with plate in hand but you've eaten all there is
Don't turn away Don't say your last goodbyes I bled for you You know I tried When you're rid of me What will you look back and say? That your wasted time
Don't turn away Don't say your last goodbyes I bled for you You know I tried When you're rid of me What will you look back and say? That your wasted
