di Battaglia, Smith
SHINEDOWN
Can’t you hear me screaming once again?
Voices you can’t hear
Because you are consumed and in content
With everlasting greed
Don’t you see me on my hands and knees?
Begging and bleeding
You’re smiling as you bite the hand that feeds
But we’re not foreseen
Always wanting what your eyes can’t see
Feeling what your arms can’t reach
Thinking you are in need
Always hearing what your ears can’t hear
Feeling what your arms can’t touch
Thinking you are incomplete
It was never enough that I gave to you
All of the horror that you’ve put me through
But I cannot make up my mind this time
This is where I will draw the line…