Holding you in my arms again,
Would be the greatest thing to me.
Betrayal shouldn’t call a friend,
knowing real life and what’s to see.
However there’s no turning back,
Promises made were all broken.
No more heart on sleeve which I slack,
Jamming away to Sleep Token.
Am I man turned into monster,
No longer feeling what you feel?
Burden our souls demons sponsor,
My flesh no more for you to steal.
Letting you go again a curse,
For you to lose my love that’s worse.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 4:12 AM UTC
Holding you in my arms again,
Would be the greatest thing to me.
Betrayal shouldn’t call a friend,
knowing real life and what’s to see.
However there’s no turning back,
Promises made were all broken.
No more heart on sleeve which I slack,
Jamming away to Sleep Token.
Am I man turned into monster,
No longer feeling what you feel?
Burden our souls demons sponsor,
My flesh no more for you to steal.
Letting you go again a curse,
For you to lose my love that’s worse.
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