Crystal McBee Who Has The Gun

The dirt on my face is from digging my grave.
Sweat builds the panic but no one can here me now.
The look on your face as you threw me away
It's haunted in my thoughts almost every day

But is this enough to wake me up.
Cause all that's left isn't worth the risk
until you're gone
Is this what it takes to admit my mistakes
cause I'm not the only one holding up a gun
to clear my name.

The fear in this place doesn't change a thing
Or explain why this happened and why I live the same
I can't leave this place, I don't know the way
Back to who you said I'd be one day.

Lock me Lock me up
and throw away the key

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• folk
• popFolk
• rock