Left in your own destruction
Slow motion getaways, adhere to,
the tiny, bursts of light
The altar is a ghost
Stained with the times, of pristine and,
unrequited, memories
An excuse to fight is one to hide*
Shaking in the navy suit
Bursts are missing on, prayers from,
Lost souls, and unrecovered heartbreaks
Horrors and dead and gone
They created you, to lie but,
you won't swallow it down
(Chorus)
Why did you leave?
You say "I love you, so much and,
I could, not, hurt you"
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