We'll wave the wand
and cast the spells
all rituals observed
Pretend, that all is well
so no one can tell
we got what we deserved
Never in a million years
or ever in our lives
knowing the right from wrong
Washing our doubts and fears
dried blood upon the knives
singing loud and clear the songs
And in someway somehow
survive
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
We'll wave the wand
and cast the spells
all rituals observed
Pretend, that all is well
so no one can tell
we got what we deserved
Never in a million years
or ever in our lives
knowing the right from wrong
Washing our doubts and fears
dried blood upon the knives
singing loud and clear the songs
And in someway somehow
survive
Retrospect is like pulling the knife out and realizing, it was only a pin :|
in a much broader canvas
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