A time when you seemed worthy of everything in my view
Has turned into a dying light, an uglier version of the true you
I drain myself for love that I hold in my hand
Only to squeeze it till it dies and push it away in the end
I can not resurrect the fragile pieces of my youth
I've lost it all in your arms and years of emotional abuse
I'm supposed to live here and see a new horizon
But I long for every yesterday, every word you buried lies in.
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 11:48 PM UTC
A time when you seemed worthy of everything in my view
Has turned into a dying light, an uglier version of the true you
I drain myself for love that I hold in my hand
Only to squeeze it till it dies and push it away in the end
I can not resurrect the fragile pieces of my youth
I've lost it all in your arms and years of emotional abuse
I'm supposed to live here and see a new horizon
But I long for every yesterday, every word you buried lies in.
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