Testo The Misunderstood Judgement Of Stones

Go
Cut my head open
And read it out to class
Thoughts
They don't understand
You know the shame it stung like glass

You know you made me ashamed of myself You know you made me ashamed of myself

Go
Run away from me
And leave me on my own
I found
In my eyes can see
And my brain is made of stone

You should've helped me help myself
You should've helped me help myself
You could've helped me help myself

Go
Cut my head openAnd read it out to class
These thoughts
That they don't understand
You know the shame it stung like glass