The gash

Best that stabbed Knew to huff a wick Then of gust A wick be buried Well I've seen it So take a look Since I'd Forget to breathe Best that stabbed Knew to huff a wick Then of gust A wick be buried Well I've seen it So take a look Since I'd Forget to breathe Best that stabbed Knew to huff a wick Then of gust A wick be buried Well I've seen it So take a look Since I'd Forget to breathe Best that stabbed Knew to huff a wick Then of gust A wick be buried Well I've seen it So take a look Since I'd Forget to breathe Past she saw the gash in her carriage Past she saw the gash in her carriage Her carriage Nursed the scab into a wound but I'd dare Never to peep it But tired rows o' tired rows Wouldn't you but Mind it and leave it I'll Nurse the scab into a wound but I'd dare Never to peep it But tired rows o' tired rows Wouldn't you but Mind it and leave it I'll I'll hide it better I'll hide it better I'll hide it better I'll hide it better Is anything ever enough Is Is anything ever truly going to be good Is there Is there a point where I'll have security in my art and in my abilities To speak To speak and be listened to Beyond the vacant nodding The nodding heads Something Something truthful Something insightful Is there Is there anything Is anything Is anything ever Ever enough Best that stabbed Knew to huff a wick Then of gust A wick be buried Well I've seen it So take a look Since I'd Forget to breathe Best that stabbed Knew to huff a wick Then of gust A wick be buried Well I've seen it So take a look Best that stabbed Knew to huff a wick Then of gust A wick be buried Well I've seen it So take a look Since I'd Forget to breathe Best that stabbed Knew to huff a wick Then of gust A wick be buried Well I've seen it So take a look I've seen it I'm sorry I'll hide it better Past she saw the gash in her carriage Past she saw the gash in her carriage Her carriage I'll hide it better I'll hide it better I'll hide it better I'll hide it better I'll hide it