Bruises

A song I wrote about Good & bad memories

Bruises
bruises bruises
beat me a mark
bruises bruises
they leave me there in the dark

playing rough
is never fun

unless you have a gun
and then I guess im f*****g done


broken choking on my own words
lying and fighting
it just makes things worse

beat all the people
black and blue
and hell will drag with you


down deep if you are near a cliff
you might  as well leap

drunk words are sober thoughts
but all your brain has done
is f*****g brought us
agony & bitter memories

trust me life is more
than a scar or a bruise

its a costume not worthy to lose
bruises are weak

but death
 is f*****g quick
before I die
 don’t get sick

Death is here for me
it might even stick on  you too