There's the sun-dress, makeup, hair and shoes.
Woke up today like I always do.
Plant the seeds water the roots, heart anywhere but my sleeve because of you.
This gash wasn't made to liast, a river of red, it's still bleeding.
Bullet holes, shattered every bone, but I think I feel them healing.
Is this how it begins?
I gradually forget, brick by brick, stitch by stitch.
Blue fire burns, twist the blade, dull hurt now I feel, but less then I did.
It begins.
There's the light I follow, finally.
This tunnel was long and winding.
Your scent still triggers the monster in me, but your distinct, handsome face, I'm forgetting.
This cut was deep as a canyon, the bloods still flowing.
Bullet holes, exposed to the bone, but I think I feel them closing.
Is this how it begins?
I gradually forget, brick by brick, stitch by stitch.
Blue fire burns, twist the blade, dull hurt now I feel, but less then I did.
It begins.
But it's all stunted.
I'll admit it, I was addicted.
I loved his game from the beginning.
Should have listened, whispers were spreading, He was my favorite sin.
I'll admit it, I was addicted.
I ignored the bruises from the beginning.
Should have listened, I live to regret it.
Favorite sins do you in.
This is how it begins, I gradually forget him, brick by brick, stitch by stitch...
Is this how it begins?
I gradually forget, brick by brick, stitch by stitch.
Blue fire burns, twist the blade, make it hurt now I feel, but less then I did.
It begins.
I feel, but less than I did.
I feel but it's all stunted, I feel but never will like I did.
It hurts, but I can bear it.
It begins.