Yet it still echoes of you
This old house is ripped
I've tore it through
Yet the curse remains
and my heart beats true
Like a razor under my pillow
Dreams have become nightmares
Your pale skin untouchable
The moon atop unreachable stairs
Were I a robot flip the switch
And remove me of my cares
I prayed for you
I prayed to undo
To go back
To un hear the siren
To un see the pale blue
To un known of you.
No comments:
Post a Comment