Letras
Knotted, blotted, eroding away
With an urge, with a need to get the fuck away
From a love that was gone, from a place that was wrong
She set it all on fire and in the ashes was reborn
She let go
Of the dice
Placed the bet
And let them roll
There is no guarantee that
This is the right way to go
At least she was bold
Enough not to fold
Enough not to fold
At least she was cold
Enough to take control
And get back her soul
A big set of balls to move overseas
He will follow, she will lead
To fill the hollow, she will leave
And he will lick his wounds and bleed
She let go
Of the dice
Placed the bet
And let them roll
There is no guarantee that
This is the right way to go
At least she was bold
Enough not to fold
Enough not to fold
At least she was cold
Enough to take control
And get back her soul