Freed my soul when you handed your heart w..hole Your pulses beated a sad song But I held on to the highest pitch of the note Remain sceptical of the situation but this all sources of our flaws Imperfect flaws perfected and I loved you most Just as you were with those scars about your chest gnawing "I'm all alone"
Quested for sanity through addictive sedations that had you abusing the remedy for therapy but who am I to lay judgement or question? The sun was setting so were my eyes setting too..setting on you Ignited the spark in my soul when the dark arose and you sang me your reminiscence of times in a dark hole.
Our eyes rained through the night But when the sun was up I realised you were an angel glittering a rainbow in her eyes.
Wrote this after I wrote a song at midnight. Of course I was high. We are flawed but we find happiness in our "remedies" of maintenance of happiness. Ambiguous as this all is..girl's who are flawed and do drugs need love too. S/O to Wale for The Girl's On Drugs