I've got
salt in my wounds, I've got
a bleeding heart, I've got
a little girl, in the
bleeding dark
Don't look at momma, she said,
but see my wounds
Her time has
truly come
too
soon
Now there are
things that matter, there are
times we knew, that our
desperation, was to
hold onto
You're killing me, momma
in all you do, you were
killing me, when you were
killing you
Now some
things don't matter, but there are
things that do, and there are
dreams that shatter, that have
shattered you
The saddest things
in life, are what we
never knew, was she
killing me, or was she
killing you?
And that's
all you've spoken, to the
man you knew, he had
only broken
a heart or two. But that was
more than enough, to change the
life you knew
Now there are
things that matter, there are
things that do, but he
doesn't matter, since he's
shattered you,
momma
You were killing me, when you were
killing you
In your
desperation, all we
hung onto, I never
knew your pain, but I
have it too
All I know, momma
is we could've made it through
You were
killing me, when you were
killing you