Gloss-Don‘t You Worry-Gloss

gloss-Don‘t You Worry - Gloss If I gave you pretty enough words. Could you pain a picture of us that works. An emphasis on function rather than design. Aren't you tired cause I will carry you, on a broken back And blown out knees, I have been where you are for a while Aren't you tired of being weak? Such rage that you could scream. the stars right out of the sky And destroy the prettiest starry night. every evening that I die. I am exhumed just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold. I am exhumed just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold. I am exhumed just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold. I am exhumed just a little less human So much more bitter and cold After all these images of pain, have cut right through you, I will kiss every scar, and weep you are not alone Then I'll show you that place in my chest where my heart still tries to beat. Aren't you tired of being weak? Such rage that you could scream. the stars right out of the sky And destroy the prettiest starry night. every evening that I die Live love burn die