The wytches

Burn out the bruise

The wytches
I show no emotion on the catwalk
And I cried fifteen times in and out of my head
I drew pictures of you drowning in my soup
Then your claws slipped through like I was made out of glue
But it wasn’t enough to help you burn out the bruise

Burn out the bruise
Burn out the bruise
Burn out the bruise
Burn out the bruise like I was made out of glue

I show no conclusion in the depths of
Spending your money to border my health
I drew pictures of you clinging on to my shoes
Yeah your claws slipped through like I was made out of glue
But the mice, the mice, the mice
The mice weren’t heavy enough to break the ice

Burn out the bruise
Burn out the bruise
Burn out the bruise
Burn, burn, burn, burn uh
And you’re the only one who isn’t mine
And you're already mine
And you're already mine
And you're already mine

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