Collective Soul - Bleed
I think her gun’s unloaded now.
I guess tomorrow will be after all?
Who made me judge and jury here?
It seems I’m bearing witness to her fall.
I don’t know why she cries to me.
(she keeps pain as company)
’cause it’s only time before we all must bleed.
Mirrors of her memory
Reflect nothing with each word she says.
Her views have got me spinning ’round.
I think she’s burning altars in her head.