Sara Stowell - Please Continue Killing Me

Once, the liars got me down
they turned my love into a frown.
I couldn't see the very few
who were also living true.

Where's the love, I need to know
is everybody dying slow?
under siege but will not show
the other side to help us grow.

And now it's really killing me...
Plain and simply, killing me.

And if I cared a little more
maybe death will break my door
to take me back to nevermore
where I can spread my smile.

But I can't take much more of this
the loving turned to morbid bliss
when every time it's miss and miss
as good intentions hit the floor.

Shattered, scattered, broken time
every shard that pricks the mind
when you are living in rewind,
can anybody hear me?

Brothers, all I do is cry
into a raging, laugh-disguise
I punch the walls while asking why
God, can leave us dying.

Now every scar that I retrace
will tell the story of the time
when I had touched an angels face
but just to find a wicked mime.

So maybe if I cry too hard
I can love until I break
handing heart to you from floor
while smiling for my Father’s sake.

When every tear that I can taste
tells me that I'll soon be free
there's no mistaking I'm alone,
so please continue killing me.

Sara Stowell

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