Do I have to kill all the sheep for the shepherds attention?
The tension is growing
Like a train wreck in my chest
I'm trying my best to get a hold of you
But nothing is working
Healer did you get my call?
Sewn between the cracks of wood
We all hang on what could be
Healer will I claim your call or deny you until I fall?
We all hang on what could be
I know I sound like the Devil tempting you and such
This cross on my back has grown to be too much
The crown on my head won't fit
My sword is dull from the drag
I am the wounded carried
I'm not carrying the wounded
Give me your eyes
So I can see the potential inside
Give me your eyes
So I can see why you claim to be part of me
Storms coming soon
I'll be there with you
Was it my debt I saw it through?
Every conviction reflecting you?
I feel you near me
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