Miley

it's useless to placate, a Knife to the bone, always see it too late, never safe to heed, what you've been doing, no one makes me bleed, don't get in the way, will slay my own ghosts, how long be the wait, say nothing of that scene, just leave me alone, my turn now to deceive, it leaves me delicate, a song with broken tones, sealed in a boxed freight, not in my creed, to keep fear at home, if you want to succeed, the moon comes up great, it knows what I've seen, hung wind in the slates, fire on the breeze.