Mitch Gettman - It Must Be Killing Me
The way the wind blows
It must be killing me
It must be something dying
The way the moon glows
It must be killing me
It must be something bright
Take my hand and you'll find
I'm a bore, a waste of time
You won't find what you want here
Trust yourself, no not me
I'm afraid to watch you bleed
Know your worth, know not my mind
The way the wind blows
It must be killing me
It must be something dying
The way the moon glows
It must be killing me
It must be something bright
Take my hand and you'll see
The world's not meant for you and me
We just happened upon our time
It's not fair but who cares
Everyone's got their own cross to bear
Know your self and I'll know mine
The way the wind blows
It must be killing me
It must be something dying
The way the moon glows
It must be killing me
It must be something bright
The way the wind blows
It must be killing me
It must be something dying
The way the moon glows
It must be killing me
It must be something bright
Take my hand and you'll find
I'm a bore, a waste of time
Written by:
Mitchell Gettman
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