New Bruises New Bruises Are No Bruises
The past was real
Won't take back anything
Won't settle (for) may be
No direction
What the f..ck are we supposed to do?
Now that it's over
Broken Bottles scattered on the floor
Were balanced on the ledge
Age will force them down sometimes
Pick them up and start again
How does it feel?
Do you regret anything?
Complacency
It's life's infection
Is it a life that you must choose or leave?
No that's not for me
Bruised Not Broken
Plagued by second thoughts
Bruised Not Broken
Afraid to be forgot
