If having you meant going through hell
I’d burn to the core

If holding you meant selling my soul
Then I’d be no more

If you asked me to heal your wounds
I’d take all the pain

What a beautiful tragedy to love someone
When they’re too much of a coward to stay…

our lives are not our own
we are never truly ever free...
we are just prisoners
of what we’re expected to be

forest of the blind grows and blooms inside our vile hearts

release the beast and tame the dove

I swear, there’s not that much more to say
I just wanna get whatever this is underway…

I know only of one medicine that could make the knots in my stomach untwist… and that’s you.