My heart is an immense bruise My mother gave me to excuse herself from loving none So it hurts when my chosen one doesn't want to see The darkness inside of me Doesn't want to feel ways I ought to feel I was born underneath a willow tree With my father's tears washing over me Blue and green, swallowed, breathed in Crowded lungs I was born underneath a willow tree I'm a fruit of a failed attempt to fix some things I'm a fruit of a failed attempt to fix some things I'm a fruit of a failed attempt to fix some things I'm a fruit of a failed attempt to fix some things ♪ ♪ My heart's home to the darkest blues My father gave me to abuse the ones I love the most It hurts when my chosen one Wants me to be a shadow of an old ghost Only wants from me to fight for a dead born cause I was born underneath a willow tree With my father's tears washing over me Blue and green, swallowed, breathed in Crowded lungs I was born underneath a willow tree I'm a fruit of a failed attempt to fix some things I'm a fruit of a failed attempt to fix some things I'm a fruit of a failed attempt to fix some things I'm a fruit of a failed attempt to fix some things