Bruises - Annika Rose/Ruslan Odnoralov
Composed by：Annika Rose/Ruslan Odnoralov/Paul Phamous
Naked and broken
Baring your soul
That's where the truth is
At the bottom of it all
You pick up the phone
You're on the floor
Somewhere you shouldn't be
The less I know
The better off is what you say back too me
I wanna know
I gotta know
I need to know
If you can make it home alive
What a lonely fight
To fight for a feeling you don't have to hide
Cry for a reason
You don't have too cry
Every burden you're choosing
Is a fantasy
Twisted tales that only you believe
Lie to your friends and all your family
Makeup won't cover your excuses
And doesn't cover up your bruises
Special occasions
Aren't on a Tuesday night
Justification is just a vacation
For your mind
You're blowing smoke up in the air
Like you're on fire baby
Calling for help don't know you need
Like guns off of safety
I wanna know
I gotta know
I need to know
If you can make it home alive
What a lonely fight
To fight for a feeling you don't have to hide
Cry for a reason
You don't have too cry
Every burden you're choosing
Is a fantasy
Twisted tales that only you believe
Lie to your friends and all your family
Makeup won't cover your excuses
And doesn't cover up your bruises
Bruises
Inside outside of your body
How did pain become your hobby
Bruises covered in bruises
How far you'd go to disappear
But I still see em
I see you
I see all your bruises
I see all your bruises
