Your words the burn into me like fire burns into wood
Your hate is is planted in my memories like a seed in the ground
Your unholy ways are forced upon me like a wave on the sand
Your as faithful to making me feel like nothing as the people who go to church
You are as cold the arctic and as empty as my dreams
You are what I never wish to be
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 4:54 PM UTC
Your words the burn into me like fire burns into wood
Your hate is is planted in my memories like a seed in the ground
Your unholy ways are forced upon me like a wave on the sand
Your as faithful to making me feel like nothing as the people who go to church
You are as cold the arctic and as empty as my dreams
You are what I never wish to be
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