Where does the good go

Have a good weekend!

Be easy.

I can’t make whats wrong right again, but
I can shine it all bright again

just when you think you’re forgiven
theres no material left for confession
you’ll be standing there
sorry and unworthy
look closer guilty and bloody

Ooh, his blood rushed somewhere silent
Ooh, his words just disappeared
He was fragile and sometimes I liked that
I’ve got his blood on my hands
and my hands

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