Old Wounds
Zene Smith, John Simpson
My heart is torn
Cause I warned you before
about the company you keep
But you sit and drink
The venom of the snake
That’s coiled around your neck
Yeah, around your neck
I don’t know
Who you are
I don’t know
Who you are
You’re not the same man you
Were before
I can’t pretend not to
See the dark
But I swear I’m through
Opening old wounds
You might say
I’m burning the bridge we made
But the fire I’ll use came from you
When you struck the match
To burn me at the stake
You made your bed
I hope it keeps you awake
I don’t know
Who you are
You’re not the same man you
Were before
I can’t pretend not to
See the dark
But I swear I’m through
Opening old wounds