handmade

Right under my feet there's air made of bricks
That pulls me down, turns me weak for you
I find myself repeating like a broken tune
And I’m forever excusing your intentions
And I give in to my pretendings
Which forgive you each time
Without me knowing
They melt my heart to stone

And I hear your words that I made up
I best tidy up my head

Each and every time I turn around to leave
I feel my heart begin to burst and bleed
So desperately I try to link it with my head
But instead I fall back to my knees
As you tear your way right through me


I forgive you once again
Without me knowing
You’ve burnt my heart to stone

And I hear your words that I made up
I best tidy up my head

Why do you steal my hand
Whenever I’m standing my own ground
You build me up, then leave me dead

I best tidy up my head