Im in love with the idea of what we would have been
I'm living in the past.
A time loop that doesn't end or begin.
Stuck with these feelings
That just wont leave.
Should have keep the walls up
To keep you out
I should keep my armor on.
For your silver tongue pierced my skin.
Leaving a pink mist behind.
Of where my heart use to be.
Now I'm left picking up the pieces
As a faceless soldiers in Omaha Beach.
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
Im in love with the idea of what we would have been
I'm living in the past.
A time loop that doesn't end or begin.
Stuck with these feelings
That just wont leave.
Should have keep the walls up
To keep you out
I should keep my armor on.
For your silver tongue pierced my skin.
Leaving a pink mist behind.
Of where my heart use to be.
Now I'm left picking up the pieces
As a faceless soldiers in Omaha Beach.
