Scott Mcgoldrick A Letter To S Lyrics

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He sits in his cells,
And he lays on his bed,
Covers his head,
And closes his eyes.

[V1]
A little kid all on his own,
Looking to chase other rainbows,
With belt marks on his back.
He set flames wherever he went,
Kissed the fire from which he'd repent,
You could see the pain in his soul.
Oh, but he was a little Angel,
He never did stand a descent chance though,
Heaven blocked the calls to his cries.
Step father was a demon,
He never did love our Stephen,
Never gave him a life to call his own,
So now,

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He sits in his cell,
And he lays on his bed,
Covers his head,
And closes his eyes.
He sees a smoking gun,
And the coward he ran,
And in his arms,
Is the bleeding love of his life,
And she cries.

[V2]
Some may say he's the bad guy,
But they never saw life through his eyes,
Everything he did, the devil quickly criticized
Four years of his life gone,
Wondering where It all went wrong,
A fallen Angel, with chipped wings on his back.
He's not broken, just a little stained,
Assure him that the chips can be saved,
With a little patience, you'll fade from the black.
Soon to be a loving father,
He will wear that pride as armour,
His babies laugh will help escape the hard times
But for now,

[HOOK]
He sits in his cells,
And he lays on his bed,
Covers his head,
And closes his eyes.