Kyla La Grange - To Be Torn текст песни

Oh God, I'm stuck
They are hell bent on us
And I've got nothing to offer you
My skin trembles, It wants to be used
Oh God, I'm thrown
I am only happy on my own
My heart grows harder, It wants to perform
And I only ever feel it when I want it to be torn. To be torn
Like a held hand, from it's first love
Like a last kiss, from it's vain hope.
Like a grown child, from it's skipping rope.
Oh God, What now?
I have ruined this, I have broken you down.
Your fingers are weathered Your eyes are full of clouds
The raindrops collect with the tears at your mouth.
At your mouth.
Where I once kissed, your warm lips.
As my tongue tripper, over white teeth.
Bitten soft skin, with my hands tied.
Oh God, I've strayed.
I should not have come here with the wind in my sails.
I've blown you backwards,
now your heart is impaled
and I know you don't believe me but I'm sorry that I failed.
To be torn.
Like a held hand, from it's first love
Like a last kiss, from it's vain hope.
Like a grown child, from it's skipping rope.