Mourn letra

Cure me
The pain spills
The scent of flowers on my bed
Can't you see I'm sick to death of it

It eats me
From the inside
The scent of flowers on my bed
Can't you see I'm sick to death

Hold my hand to let me know you care
For better or for worse
I didn't know what worse could be

I am no longer there
All there is to do is
Sit and grip the chair
Oh, it eats at me
Break me down and see
All that I will be

In weakness I bow my head
Fighting thoughts that now
Want me dead

Cure me
The pain spills
The scent of flowers on my bed
Can't you see I'm sick to death of it

It eats me
From the inside
The scent of flowers on my bed
Can't you see I'm sick to death

Fallweather - Letras

• Mourn