Watch Her Die - John Smith

Feels as though cold is getting right into my bones

Hungry babes bicker on a wife inside my home

Let them cry

Let them cry

An empty skin is all I have to burn on my old flame

Tiny cache feeds us for a day but who’s to blame

Let me die

Let me die

(Instrumental)

I ran her down then it took a day, to find, my shame

Held her tight, blood let out to run, into, the rain

And I watch her die

Watch her die