Kill her with kind
Left her behind
Broken like bird
Haunted by his word
Paying for his blood
Begging to be loved
Rise in the past
Like snakes in the grass
My hands were full of thorns
You swallowed them and more
The life you did not choose
Heart that you have bruised
A horse that you broke in
And let go
And it shall pass
The way it always has
[Instrumental]
