Lyrics Spilt Milk - Daudi Matsiko
Disorientated
again,
sick
to
my
stomach
Once
again
a
screw
up,
egg
shells
for
feet,
fragile
walk
And
what
was
once
a
hug
is
starting
to
feel
more
like
a
choke
hold
Promised
not
to
pick
at
it
but
this
scar
never
gets
old
Sugar
coated
words
but
teeth
so
sharp
they
cut
through
bone
And
they
turn
on
each
other
casualties,
blood,
bodies
grow
And
though
my
shovels
blunt
with
all
the
love
I
have
I'll
dig
this
hole
It's
never
deep
enough,
our
regret
alone
will
overflow
Maybe
I'm
the
reason,
Maybe
you're
the
reason
This
baggage
never
goes,
we
hold
hold
too
tight
We
choke
stay
low
Maybe
I'm
the
reason,
Maybe
you're
the
reason
This
baggage
never
goes,
lets
hold
hold
too
tight
Stay
miserable
Maybe
I'm
the
reason,
Maybe
you're
the
reason
This
chaos
never
goes,
just
hold
that
grudge
Stay
miserable
Got
my
shovel,
I've
got
my
hole.
I
have
got
my
shovel,
I've
got
my
hole...
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