You should make me alive again
you don’t owe me so much pain
You taught me how to behave
how much love I should gave
your truly you.
Life owes me so beautiful things
To rise me up above its wings
Cover me into sweet melancholy
Protect me and find me holy
when sin arised.
Make me alive when bleeding
My heart feels misleading
When thinking about past
Which for I never asked
and stayed present.
I want you change your attitude
Show me your miracles
Let’s be our miracles.
Aug 17, 2021
Aug 17, 2021 at 9:55 AM UTC
You should make me alive again
you don’t owe me so much pain
You taught me how to behave
how much love I should gave
your truly you.
Life owes me so beautiful things
To rise me up above its wings
Cover me into sweet melancholy
Protect me and find me holy
when sin arised.
Make me alive when bleeding
My heart feels misleading
When thinking about past
Which for I never asked
and stayed present.
I want you change your attitude
Show me your miracles
Let’s be our miracles.
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