the blind side

Razor wire on your door It's hard for me to start but stop even more Put mascara on before breakdown Thought we shared scars But you draw yours, I earned mine Don't say anything you look Better when you don't speak It over when i'm done with it If I'm in my prime, where is my low? Coming from the blind side If daddy yells "cry" You'll ask "which eye" Clown or king, become bones in the ground Glass broke in my mouth Stuck in the closet in my own house Don't say anything you look Better when you don't speak It over when i'm done with it If I'm in my prime, where is my low? Coming from the blind side