Your words aren't as clear as they used to be
And I despise every tangible flower that grows
Inside my lungs
Because of those uncertainty

A basket of hopes sold
To the girl who weeps by the fountain
You have her dreams in return
Crushed to tiny pieces

I will leave you alone
In your sanctuary
With your lies as your fort
Fret not

My soul's dry
I will not avenge
Because to forgive is to resuscitate
(I promise)