Hayley WilliamsMy Limb

If you gotta amputate, don’t give me the tourniquet
you wished that I would run away, sever what isn’t working
but I’ll let my body bleed out, leaning to my left side
If your part of me is gone now, do I want to survive? my limb, my limb, my limb, my limb… funny, of the two of us, you always were the gentle one
shy little rabbit teething on a shot gun
guess we were collateral damage kissing in the crossfire
limping over dead leaves, I wish that they would cover me my limb, my limb, my limb, my limb… don’t, don't let go of my limb… my limb, my limb, my limb, my limb…