you lay your head on my chest
my selfish pride aside
until you fall asleep
then my demons come alive
there is nothing you can say
that would make this seem alright
so I see you sleep in envy
as I lay on through the night
it angers me to watch you sleep
with so little to remorse
as I'm laying awake and thinking
of the reaper at the door
if I dare move or make a sound
you jump alive with fear
to further drive the guilt inside
my conscience can't burn clear
I feel guilty for the way I look
and try to care for you
I feel guilty for the steps I take
and the manor in which I move
maybe someday I can make you feel
as I see you in my heart
and maybe you can return this feeling
that our love may never part
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC
you lay your head on my chest
my selfish pride aside
until you fall asleep
then my demons come alive
there is nothing you can say
that would make this seem alright
so I see you sleep in envy
as I lay on through the night
it angers me to watch you sleep
with so little to remorse
as I'm laying awake and thinking
of the reaper at the door
if I dare move or make a sound
you jump alive with fear
to further drive the guilt inside
my conscience can't burn clear
I feel guilty for the way I look
and try to care for you
I feel guilty for the steps I take
and the manor in which I move
maybe someday I can make you feel
as I see you in my heart
and maybe you can return this feeling
that our love may never part
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