I've been spinning now for time
Couple women by my side
I got sinning on my mind
Sipping on red wine
I've been sitting here for ages
Ripping out the pages
How'd I get so faded?
How'd I get so faded?
Oh, no, no, don't leave me alone lonely now
If you loved me how'd you never learn?
Oh, coloured crimson in my eyes
One or two could free my mind
This is how it ends.
I feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream
Fading out again.
I feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream
So tell me when it kicks in
Well, tell me when it kicks in
I've been looking for a lover
Thought I'd find her in a bottle
God, make me another one
I'll be feeling this tomorrow
Lord, forgive me for the things I've done
I was never meant to hurt no one
I saw scars upon a broken-hearted lover
Oh, no, no, don't leave me alone lonely now
If you loved me how'd you never learn?
Oh, coloured crimson in my eyes
One or two could free my mind
This is how it ends.
I feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream
Fading out again.
I feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream
So tell me when it kicks in
Well, tell me when it kicks in
Well, tell me when it kicks in
All the voices in my mind
Calling out across the line
Tell me when it kicks in
I saw scars upon her
Tell me when it kicks in
Broken hearted
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Nobody is perfect. That's what this song tells me. That noone is perfect and that everyone is doing their best trying to survive on their own. Everyone is looking for a lover, a partner, a friend but not everyone is lucky enough to find them so quick. Sometimes it takes so long that you become wasted. so far gone your only comfort is being so drunk you can't think straight. you drown your sadness in alcohol or anything you can get your hands on. and sometimes you are lucky enough to find someone but they end up breaking you. leaving you with a mess even worse than before. again you are lost in your head, thoughts. the neck of the bottle becomes stuck to your hand. but you know what, there is a way out of there. and that way goes through facing your fears, gaining courage and learning to accept the past.
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Bleeding Notes
Short Story"For me, singing sad songs often has a way of healing a situation. It gets the hurt out in the open into the light, out of the darkness." - Reba McEntire
