Blind and Bloody

Why am I always the wrong one?

Unsafe in what I say.

Prove me stupid, I dare you.

I bet it’s easier than you’d think.

Talk about me, I’m not there,

I lose my sight, nothing’s clear.

Spit your smoke at me,

Attack me from my sides,

When I’m blind, and bloody.

 

Why am I always the sad one?

Crying in the corner,

Left here to contemplate,

The choice of words, I never say.

It’s easier than you’d think.

Silence me, easily,

Tape my eyes shut,

Tell me what is real.

Spit your smoke at me,

Attack me from my sides,

When I’m blind, and bloody.

 

Oh, spit it out, spit it out,

I’m sorry for what I said,

Beat it out of me,

Beat it out of me,

That rebellious streak you see,

Sticks and stones, they break my bones,

My spirit left a long time ago.

 

Spit your smoke at me,

Attack me from my sides,

When I’m blind, and bloody.

Spit your smoke at me,

Attack me from my sides,

When I’m blind, and bloody.