Lost

Lost - Liza Anne

I'll be damned If I do It damned If I don't

I'll be lost If I love him lost If I won't

And I can't muster up the courage

To say It's best that I leave

I Can't muster up much of anything

When I'm feeling you breath

My human heart won't mend

Itself when my own two hands are ripping out the seams

Oh It seems I'm my own worst enemy

I'm doing It to myself

I'll be hurt If I leave him but turn cold If I don't

He's the sweet of a Morning kiss

But there's a poison It holds

Sticking thorns Into my spine but I won't let go

Sticking thorns Into my sight but I'll keep my eyes closed

My human heart won't mend

Itself when my own two hands are ripping out the seams

Oh It seems I'm my own worst enemy

I'm doing It to myself

I'm doing It

I'm doing It

I'm doing It

With my own heart I won't let It mend

I use my own two hands I rip out all the seams

Oh It seems I'm my own worst enemy

I'm doing It to myself

I'm doing It

I'm doing It

I'm doing It to myself