Open Wounds
God, we need to talk
Why do I feel like this?
My knees are shattered, my body tattered, and my heart is bruised
And in all my hours on earth, I know I need you
I need to feel that my days are moving forward
I need to know that you can see
That I want to move toward
All the dreams living inside of me
I feel like I'm on the brink of insanity
But, I'm sure you already know
The depth of red colored vanities
All this **** that I just can't let go
God I'm sorry that I don't go to church, but I write these lines
I know I wasn't first, but I'd like some time
Guide me into your feathers
Promise me that you'll stay
When it comes to these snaps and teachers
Promise you won't turn me away
I don't hate anyone
But, I feel sharp tongues attack
Troll demons holding guns
And leaving open wounds, at that
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