11 Months by Taproot
Slow motion, broken and sick
Unconsciously crying aloud
Life sprawled out in blood, sweat and tears
11 months 4 more surgeries, still I pray
Until this day I must say it's okay
Because I was left alone the bastard child
I am alone and sick to my stomach and pukin again, again good God
11 months 4 more surgeries, still I pray
Until this day I must say it's okay
Come on its just another hour broken
Come on its just another hour cold
Come on its just that now that I'm broken
Come on its just that now I'm alone
Come on its just that now that I'm broken
Come on its just that now that I'm cold
Come on its just that now that I'm broken
Come on its just that now I'm alone
11 months 4 more surgeries, still I pray
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