Left alone
Your pale skin is a razor sharp wire so I place these scales over my eyes
Don't touch me.
I'm sick.
You whisper.
But I hear only what I choose.
Hello my good old friend.
Your hand pulls me back from that mire
Will I look back and stare and wonder
If she is way back there
But afterwards my mouth will be filled with gravel and I'm left alone
You know that feeling of fear and desperation
In the pit of your stomach making you nauseous
Excitement, apprehension
you wish you could lose it all
Hello my good old friend.
Your hand pulls me back from that mire
Will I look back and stare and wonder
If she is way back there
Hello my good old friend.
Your hand pulls me back from that mire
Will I look back and stare and wonder
If she is way back there
But afterwards my mouth will be filled with gravel and afterwards I'm left alone
The fear of dealing with this is stronger than the fear of just
Forgetting this and future I am scared of you
Hello my good old friend.
Your hand pulls me back from that mire
Will I look back and stare and wonder
If she is way back there
I swear I'll find my way back to the light now that I'm left alone
Surrender Your Sons..
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