Watch Her Die (Smith John)

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 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