Sometimes a hopeful melody can be the sound of regret.
Waking up with battle wounds i cant quite rememeber.
He loves me.
He doesnt want to let me go.
Because he loves me.
The walls of a castle crumbling around me on soiled terrain.
Are weeds flowers or just a growth?
It grows so thick it chokes my mind and covers my mouth.
like ivy sticking to my innocence i begin to wonder is this my new playground?
glass shattering, hearts pounding, memories fading.
He loves me.