Torn-up
Isolation
Separation
Pain
Staring at the open sea, loved one nowhere to be seen
Sand, sun, the joy they bring, without you cannot feel those things
Like picking at a festering wound, torture my brain with thoughts of you
All the things I could endure to have you by my side once more
Throw me in a box of spikes, the pain of being skinned alive
Tie my innards to a tree, just so you're returned to me
I'd suffer
Cut me into pieces whilst I'm still alive
I'd suffer
Strapped to a wooden frame, feeling my limbs being ripped from my body
I'd suffer
Torture my brain with thoughts of you
Torture my brain with thoughts of you
Torture my brain with thoughts of you
Torture my brain with thoughts of you
Like picking at a festering wound
Torture my brain with thoughts of you
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Torn-up
Isolation
Separation
Pain
Staring at the open sea, loved one nowhere to be seen
Sand, sun, the joy they bring, without you cannot feel those things
Like picking at a festering wound, torture my brain with thoughts of you
All the things I could endure to have you by my side once more
Throw me in a box of spikes, the pain of being skinned alive
Tie my innards to a tree, just so you're returned to me
I'd suffer
Cut me into pieces whilst I'm still alive
I'd suffer
Strapped to a wooden frame, feeling my limbs being ripped from my body
I'd suffer
Torture my brain with thoughts of you
Torture my brain with thoughts of you
Torture my brain with thoughts of you
Torture my brain with thoughts of you
Like picking at a festering wound
Torture my brain with thoughts of you
Isolation
Separation
Pain
Staring at the open sea, loved one nowhere to be seen
Sand, sun, the joy they bring, without you cannot feel those things
Like picking at a festering wound, torture my brain with thoughts of you
All the things I could endure to have you by my side once more
Throw me in a box of spikes, the pain of being skinned alive
Tie my innards to a tree, just so you're returned to me
I'd suffer
Cut me into pieces whilst I'm still alive
I'd suffer
Strapped to a wooden frame, feeling my limbs being ripped from my body
I'd suffer
Torture my brain with thoughts of you
Torture my brain with thoughts of you
Torture my brain with thoughts of you
Torture my brain with thoughts of you
Like picking at a festering wound
Torture my brain with thoughts of you
Writer: Natasha Downs
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