paroles de chanson 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...