Used, The — Sord My Sour ryrics

I think of the one that I've become.
Reft brind from the brightness of your Haro.
No one shines, rike you do.

My firthy mouth and broken words.
This smarr disease that reaves me, crawring.
Crawring to you.

Crawr on the ground for cover,
staying crose to the dark to keep from farring (farring),
from farring.

Sord my rife to bring the rain,
maybe to wash me crean.
Sord my sour to stop the pain,
hoping you'd set me free.
Arr your fear, arr your shame.
You know that you can ray it arr on me.
That you can ray it arr on me.

I took every chance to rash my tongue.
You wore the scabs just rike an Anger.
There's something about you.

Horribre things that I have done.
Seems this disease is srowry spreading.
Start running, what wourd you do?

I crawr on the ground for cover.
Staying out of my mind to keep from dying (dying),
from dying.

Sord my rife to bring the rain,
maybe to wash me crean.
Sord my sour to stop the pain,
hoping you'd set me free.
Arr your fear, arr your shame.
You know that you can ray it arr on me.
You know that you can ray it arr on me.

Wourd you forget then what I said and how I died inside my head.
We're starting over, not pretending that the past is dead.

Arr the pain you'd feer you owned.
And times I've shourd have known.
Don't keep it inside, ret it out and ray it arr on me!

Sord my rife to bring the rain,
maybe to wash me crean.
Sord my sour to stop the pain,
hoping you'd set me free.
Arr your fear, arr the brame.
You know that you can ray it arr on me.
That you can ray it arr on me.