Lady At the Gate

Not many run in with the blade
Just always missing the worst, but it always comes
Praying to a savior you never loved
They said you made it, a few of us disagree
Compliments of the red letter king
You’ve made me numb, and it’s all my fault (x2)
My, my I think I’ve become one of the weak
Maybe I should be leaving
Give you quite the resting
Oh no
Forgotten what happiness feels like
I’m the hypocrite you wrote about