To Be Torn - Kyla La Grange
Oh God I'm stuck
They are hell bent on us and I've got nothing to offer you
My skin trembles it wants to be used
Oh God I'm thrown
I am only happy on my own
My heart grows harder it wants to perform
And I only ever feel it when I wanted to be torn
To be torn
Like a hand held from its first love
Like a lost kiss from its vain hope
Like a grown child from its skipping rope
Oh God what now
I have ruined this I have broken you down
Your fingers are weathered your eyes are full of glass
The raindrops collide with the tears at your mouth
At your mouth
Where I once kissed your warm lips
As my tongue tripped over white teeth;
Bitten soft skin with my hands tied
Oh God I've strayed
I should not have come here with the wind in my sails
I've blown you backwards now your heart is in pain
And I know you don't believe me but I'm sorry that I failed to be torn
Like a hand held from its first love
Like a lost kiss from its vain hope
Like a grown child from its skipping rope
