And Bent Down For Years

They made a divorce a brothel of crying They copied my frame and bent down for years But I painted the roses followers copycats I painted the roses she's coming to me They filed a complaint charlatans pharisees This is an infringement I knelt down for years I wrote her the poems stealing it's stealing I wrote her the poems she's coming to me Complete travesty hurts Sometimes to you I advert That I know the chorus was sung too loud Who told her to sing my words with my words Who told her to sing with heaven inside I gave her the shine in shadows while hiding I gave her the shine her talent and pride Complete travesty hurts Sometimes to you I advert That I know the chorus was sung too loud Should be what I allow Something is better off silent Cause I know the chorus was sung to loud This consignment with life in its text This consignment will ship empty from my heart I will keep this contempt for their words It will keep me alive burning through the years This long buried lie a brothel of crying This long buried text cracks in its raw I wrote you the poems stealing they stole me I painted your roses you're coming to me Complete travesty hurts Sometimes to you I advert That I know the chorus was sung too loud Should be what I allow Something is better off silent Cause I know the chorus was sung to loud