Tragedies
Album: Change Me
By: Second Son
By: Second Son
Duration
4:10
Genres
Description
New Generation of girl rock. Mouth dropping opening. Lyrics that you would never expect to come out of a 16 year old. Bridge that keeps you on the edge of your chair, chorus that makes you want to sing along and ending that finishes the climax with a heart attack. Tragedies: by Second Son Lyrics by Yael Dekanu Music by Cody Rey, Lukas West and Christian Houser
Lyrics
Come a little closer, hear my voice there's something that needs to be said. To all those Innocent minds that get washed away from the destructive waste. I should have waited for the moment when I hit the ground. When the moment came, I should have just turned around. Should have came back before you told me to go home. I wasn't finished with what was started, its been so long. When the moment came around, I should have hit the ground. Couldn't ask for more in this misery, gets me started for more and it makes me bleed. So tempted with the alcohol on my breath. I wasn't finished with what was started, Ill come undone. Come to me, set me free. Hit me deep and hold me close. My mind's so week it doesn't matter at all. Don't really care for the innocents. The thought of you makes me come alive. Don't come back to me if you have none. I can only last so long before I hit the gun, On the edge deciding where to go from here. Am I really that drunk that I need you here? Hand me another bottle my dear. Hit me deep and hold me close. My mind's so week it doesn't matter at all. Don't really care for the innocents. The thought of you makes me come alive. Hit me deep and hold me close. My mind's so week it doesn't matter at all. Don't really care for the innocents. The thought of you makes me come alive. Wanting, waiting, for you to come back inside of me. Tempted from the innocents to unlock me and set me free. Held back from the snow storms I don't know what's safe here anymore. unwanted shelved back with pain. Do I really deserve all this shame. So, hit me deep and hold me close. My minds so week. It doesn't matter at all. Hit me deep and hold me close, my minds so deep it doesn't matter at all. Hit me deep and hold me close. My mind's so week it doesn't matter at all. Don't really care for the innocents. The thought of you makes me come alive. Hit me deep and hold me close. My mind's so week it doesn't matter at all. Don't really care for the innocents. The thought of you makes me come alive. The memories, the tragedies are the enemy. The memories, the tragedies, so help me. The memories the tragedies are the enemy. The memories, so HELP ME!!!
