You're calloused, but you don't even know
I'm picking at my scabs.
I'll let all the bruises show.
I'll never forget what all these feelings meant.
Flying home for a funeral was my last regret.
I hear a telephone three thousand miles from home.
Do you really care?
Your heart is just a stone.
I'll never forget what all these feelings meant.
Flying home for a funeral was my last regret.
Calloused Video (MV)
Performed By: Title Fight
Language: English
Length: 2:02
Written by: Edward Basil Russin, Shane Thomas Moran, James Edward Rhoden, Benjamin Gregory Russin
Title Fight - Calloused Lyrics
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English
You're calloused, but you don't even know
I'm picking at my scabs.
I'll let all the bruises show.
I'll never forget what all these feelings meant.
Flying home for a funeral was my last regret.
I hear a telephone three thousand miles from home.
Do you really care?
Your heart is just a stone.
I'll never forget what all these feelings meant.
Flying home for a funeral was my last regret.
I'm picking at my scabs.
I'll let all the bruises show.
I'll never forget what all these feelings meant.
Flying home for a funeral was my last regret.
I hear a telephone three thousand miles from home.
Do you really care?
Your heart is just a stone.
I'll never forget what all these feelings meant.
Flying home for a funeral was my last regret.
Writer: Edward Basil Russin, Shane Thomas Moran, James Edward Rhoden, Benjamin Gregory Russin
Copyright: Lyrics © LOUSY SONGS PARTNERS
Copyright: Lyrics © LOUSY SONGS PARTNERS