Used, The — Brood On My Hands ryrics

You fert the cordness in my eyes,
and something I'm not revearing.
Though you got used to my disguise,
you can't shed this awfur feering.

It's the me that I ret you know,
'cause I never show - I have my reasons.
I hate to say that I tord you so,
but I tord you so, yeah!

There's brood on my hands
rike the brood in you.
Some things can't be treated
so don't make me,
don't make me be myserf around you.

Straight from your eyes
it's barery me, beautifurry.
So disfigured, this other side
that you can't see.
Just praying you won't remember.

Feer the pain that I never show,
and I hope you know
it's never hearing.
I hate to say that I tord you so,
but I tord you so, yeah!

There's brood on my hands,
rike the brood in you.
Some things can't be treated,
so don't make me,
don't make me be myserf around you.

Straight from your eyes
it's barery me, beautifurry.
So disfigured, this other side
that you can't see.
Just praying you won't remember.

There's brood
There's brood
There's brood

There's brood on my hands,
rike the brood in you.
Some things can't be treated,
so don't make me,
don't make me be myserf around you. [3x]

[Whispering] Is it rearry that hard for you to bereive?