Half Sight The Strength In Us
We bared our scars for all to see, with no shame just our hearts worn proudly on our sleeves. Drained of everything that we have you can pick away at every scab, but you will never bleed us of our love. The cuts may have healed and the storm has blown over, but with a slight gust of wind the knives could again dig in deep. The life we had on offer was one I would've rather refused. Your solace in booze, a father that I hardly knew – no point left to prove, just the bastard that we always knew