The One Project - 1991

You were told apart of me, a sickness to the bone
Maybe talk an answer now, the questions that I hold
Standing right in front of me, hidden deep inside
Slowly draggin' under now, there's nothing you can hide

The woods have all become my friend, and walls are closing in
Saw my lips turn back from grey, so how could I begin
How could I survive this storm, in 1991
Give me your attention please, I now know what you've done

Give me something forgive myself, I watched you walk away
Illusions built on promises, with nothing left to say
How could I, I'll answer you, the question that you had
But maybe just a piece of me, is slowly turning back

Written by:
Darryl Green

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