It Was Me, I Killed Her by HOLMSTRUM published on 2019-12-03T01:00:50Z Holmstrum - 'It Was Me, I Killed Her' Mixed & Recorded by Brandon Kruszeniak Mastered via Audio Science Mastering Available on all streaming platforms Contact: holmstrumaz@gmail.com Lyrics: Why can't we leave Our misery a memory? Your heart can't contain what's left of a tragedy Disdain, integrating deep in your mind Malice overtaking making you blind Say that you let go, but to meet all this rage A tearing of heartache can't tear out a page For-longing contempt displayed on a stage I crossed your path Came out just fine I crossed your path Came out just... Failure to discard recollection of damage Bleeds to a past that can never be salvaged Ripping lacerations never bandaged Only feeds perception, a change you can't manage Infatuation morphs into shackles That bind you Disregard that the past is behind you For the depths of our words are the weapons we yield A poignant reminder of scars Left unhealed Despite all the rage To spite all our pain Dragging a dead corpse In the name of fame A form of release A false sense of peace Saying we let go But cling to the casket If all of love was lost to hate The more we die to separate We write, we scream (Reanimate) Only prolonging the decay These words are razorblades That only serve to hurt Just a reminder Of what we left behind (What we left behind) The notes you left me Were supposed to be comforting All they did was lead me to An empty house With desolate rooms Broken picture frames Handcuffs, leather, lace Better times left unsaid Focus on the tears we shed If all of love was lost to hate The more we die to separate We write, we scream (Reanimate) Only prolonging the decay These words are razorblades That only serve to hurt Just a reminder Of what we left behind What did we leave behind? A love defined by sad goodbyes Worriment and jealous eyes Loneliness and sullen lies There's one thing I gotta fucking know Before I cut off my tongue And slit my throat Did we meet your rage? Did we meet your rage? You steal what you don't own Now that you've been bought and sold If honesty in art was fake The more we lie we dissipate We're every single fucking thing I love to hate Written by: Aaron Centeno, Alex Martinez, Kody Henry, Landon Matson, Halyn Parsons Genre Alternative Rock