The Gift Testo

Testo The Gift

So many promises, made but not kept.
A thousand empty words, they were quick to forget.

Punch the gifthorse, in the mouth.
Daddy's little girl takes it out on herself.
Punch the gifthorse, in the mouth.
Daddy's little girl takes it out on herself.

They always said that there was more to life.
But you make your own truths.
You can find it in a knife.
A million ways to make your own fun.
The mouth of a bottle.
The mouth if a gun.

Saltwater stings fresh wounds worn like ribbons.
A map to retrace what remains unforgiven.
Thoughts in her head are multiplying.
And all the flowers she keeps are dying.

They always said that there was more to life.
But you make your own truths.
You can find it in a knife.
A million ways to make your own fun.
The mouth of a bottle.
The mouth if a gun.

"If you could save yourself, you could save us all"
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