in this town i lost many faces
i was born just to die a thousand times
in this town i've faced a crime
committing too
mother im no saint
and you should know of all people
but the space between us
is suffocating enough
why can't i run to your arms when my ankle sprained
why can't i tell you about the mans who wronged me
i was only 13, 17, 18, 20 years old
what will i do for the rest of my years now, mother?
in this town i lost many faces
i was born just to die a thousand times
in this town i've faced a crime
committing too
mother im no saint
and you should know of all people
but the space between us
is suffocating enough
why can't i run to your arms when my ankle sprained
why can't i tell you about the mans who wronged me
i was only 13, 17, 18, 20 years old
what will i do for the rest of my years now, mother?