LYRIC
All broken where you would not bend
With daggered john and steel to skin
You poke at wounds that do not mend [Verse 2] And I've seen you act this way before
It's not as funny anymore
With tired eyes you cross the floor
To say goodnight and close the door [Verse 3] The days and weeks will not be kind
To those who fight the will of the time
To little boys who fantasize
And dream of toys instead of wives [Verse 4] And it's a sad charade I leave you in
A wicked way to see it end
Still calling out without a friend
Remember me remember when
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