Silver - Ride

Who said 'time heals all wounds'

I think it was me before I met you

Your silver chains have slit my wrists

When I fell in love, I never asked for this

All this time, and I still can’t see

How your poisoned mind still poisons me

The silver chains around your neck

Cut my throat, when you turned your back

I’ve tried so hard to keep control

But the thought of you keeps tearing at my soul

I’ve tried so hard to keep control

But the thought of you keeps tearing at my soul