The crying, the screaming,
The pain without meaning
So complacently patient
So sick'nenly silent
A thousand deaths
Can't wash away
The torturous wounds
You've bestowed to me
The hate and the lying,
The constant crying
Unobservedly nuicent
'Cause you've found your place yet
You cannot see
Scars, you gave to me
The death of a saint
To the sinners grace
All I have left
Is your second best
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC
The crying, the screaming,
The pain without meaning
So complacently patient
So sick'nenly silent
A thousand deaths
Can't wash away
The torturous wounds
You've bestowed to me
The hate and the lying,
The constant crying
Unobservedly nuicent
'Cause you've found your place yet
You cannot see
Scars, you gave to me
The death of a saint
To the sinners grace
All I have left
Is your second best
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