Bent Life

Bent Life - Lock

One too many times
You had to prove me right
Once golden, unlocked
Now hanging like an afterthought
I'm broken open
You swore I wanted this, wanted that
You turned your back
I wanted you, but not to fix me
Not to make me whole
Not to save me
Turn the key again
I don't need ammunition
Insulting injury
Familiar feelings grabbed by the neck and put to sleep
I never asked for heaven
Don't put that on me

No prying, or begging
I don't care for useless reasoning
Cause you can't fix me
You can't make me whole
You can't save me
Turn the key
I know some things you can't forget
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