It's not his fault
and neither is mine
If you can not let the fear get inside
your bruised thoughts
to teach you that
love does not always treat you like that
I gave you peace
I gave you war
I never asked for nothing but not be harmed
by your promisses
that cut just like a blade
my troubled mind
filled with mistaken mistakes
We exorcized our demons on an unsacred bed
It was all about time
what a beautiful night we had
you were not supposed to take home pieces of me
that put together
show that I'm a confused symphony
And now that you're gone
I'm still thinking about
did I do something wrong?
and what those midnight talks were about
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
It's not his fault
and neither is mine
If you can not let the fear get inside
your bruised thoughts
to teach you that
love does not always treat you like that
I gave you peace
I gave you war
I never asked for nothing but not be harmed
by your promisses
that cut just like a blade
my troubled mind
filled with mistaken mistakes
We exorcized our demons on an unsacred bed
It was all about time
what a beautiful night we had
you were not supposed to take home pieces of me
that put together
show that I'm a confused symphony
And now that you're gone
I'm still thinking about
did I do something wrong?
and what those midnight talks were about
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