Bloody hands
Said the wrong thing
If i can
Ill hear the birds sing
No one going back
The fault is all on me
Broken hands
No i dont have no feelings
If i dont have it, no one can
Ill fuck it up, wont try again
Am i this stupid?
I wont ask
Whoa
Everything i say
And anything i touch
Turns to lifeless gray
It doesnt matter much
If someone wanted to save me
Id probably mess it up
If i dont have it, no one can
Ill fuck it up, wont try again
Am i this stupid?
I wont ask
Whoa
