Surrender Your Sons...

Left alone Your pale skin is a razor sharp wire So I place these scales over my eyes Don't touch me, I'm sick. You whisper, but I hear only what I choose Hello my good old friend. Your hand pulls me back from that mire Will I look back and stare And wonder if she is way back there? But afterwards my mouth Will be filled with gravel And I'm left alone You know that feeling of fear And desperation in the pit Of your stomach making you nauseous Excitement, apprehension, You wish you could lose it all Hello my good old friend. Your hand pulls me back from that mire Will I look back and stare And wonder if she is way back there? But afterwards my mouth Will be filled with gravel And I'm left alone The fear of dealing with this is stronger Than the fear of just forgetting this And future, I am scared of you Left alone Hello my good old friend. Your hand pulls me back from that mire Will I look back and stare And wonder if she is way back there? I swear I'll find my way back To the light now that I'm left alone