Ripped Apart By Hands
by Weatherday
From the album: Hornet Disaster
Duration: 03:46
Lyrics for Ripped Apart By Hands
I hate you for standing next to me I'm teething behind my eyes There are days like this one Where I haven't seen my face Can't recognize myself Not that I've tried to Bleed through every favorite place I guess I'd like to Can't recognize myself Not that I've tried to Bleed through every favorite place I guess I'd like to I hate understanding what you mean I'm teething under my nails There are days like this one Where our differences show Can't recognize myself Not that I've tried to Bleed through every favorite place I guess I'd like to Can't recognize myself Not that I've tried to Bleed through every favorite place I guess I'd like to I'm bursting, can't recognize myself I'm bleeding through every favorite place Can't recognize myself Not that I've tried to Bleed through every favorite place I guess I'd like to Can't recognize myself Not that I've tried to Bleed through every favorite place I guess I'd like to