To Be Torn - Kyla La Grange

Oh God I'm stuck

They are hell bent on us and I've got nothing to offer you

My skin trembles it wants to be used

Oh God I'm thrown

I am only happy on my own

My heart grows harder it wants to perform

And I only ever feel it when I wanted to be torn

To be torn

Like a hand held from its first love

Like a lost kiss from its vain hope

Like a grown child from its skipping rope

Oh God what now

I have ruined this I have broken you down

Your fingers are weathered your eyes are full of glass

The raindrops collide with the tears at your mouth

At your mouth

Where I once kissed your warm lips

As my tongue tripped over white teeth;

Bitten soft skin with my hands tied

Oh God I've strayed

I should not have come here with the wind in my sails

I've blown you backwards now your heart is in pain

And I know you don't believe me but I'm sorry that I failed to be torn

Like a hand held from its first love

Like a lost kiss from its vain hope

Like a grown child from its skipping rope