Arthur Beatrice
Butcher's Hook
The years that I've squandered are throwing back upThe burdens of children who just had to stopSo righteous beside us but knowing all the boundsThese limits that kept me on knees to the groundI'd never tell, there's nothing wrongWe'll have to ignore all the things that I've doneI'd never tell, there's nothing wrongThere's something inside me that just won't belongChoking on the breath that held you hoping for one moreAnd I'll be regrownLearning of the bitter things that bind you to the floorBruised and enthralledGuilty, but not feeling guilty at allJust things that will hold us so deep and in aweDeciding so ugly that giving us thoughtAnd all that remains are the things I've been taughtHolding up and holding back from what we feel we soughtKnowing that we're still intact but growing ever coarseIn despair, ever near at the endChoking on the breath that held you hoping for one moreAnd I'll be regrownLearning of the bitter things that bind you to the floorBruised and enthralledI'd never tell, I didn't tell
From Letras Mania