A hand to hold
Your mine was sold
Turned hearts of gold
To time we stole
I want your soul
This love on loan
I was forced to distrust, I told this before
I depend on my gut till it's on the floor
I'm maybe made to destruct every happiness at the door
I hate you but I hate me more
A temporary glisten
Eyes and ears beg to listen
I can't keep what I'm given
To time we spent
At a hotel where we never went
And a name you don't like but I claim it as mine and play pretend
I was forced to distrust, I told this before
I depend on my gut till it's on the floor
I'm maybe made to destruct every happiness at the door
I hate you but I hate me more
Again the outcast
Your warmth won't last
My future is my past
To time we throw
I repent alone
I want your soul
Your misguided love on loan
I sabotage as I must, I'm not who you adore
Made you recoil in disgust 'cause I don't know why I'm on the floor
God's revenge on the corrupt, I mistrust and blame it on whoever opened the door
I miss you but I miss me more
I miss you but I think I miss me more
YOU ARE READING
Songs I Write | VII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 19 years old, England.
