Melancholy I was before disturbed, the rewinding of time is much unheard
Dashing away you left me cold and alone in the snow .
With no light for my roots, these branches couldn’t grow.
Melancholy I was before disturbed, the rewinding of time is much unheard.
And to say regret would be most fitting; I can’t even stand to eat for one sitting
As the hunger gnaws at my feet like hell hounds
The love I had was lost , now I’m no longer spell bound.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
Melancholy I was before disturbed, the rewinding of time is much unheard
Dashing away you left me cold and alone in the snow .
With no light for my roots, these branches couldn’t grow.
Melancholy I was before disturbed, the rewinding of time is much unheard.
And to say regret would be most fitting; I can’t even stand to eat for one sitting
As the hunger gnaws at my feet like hell hounds
The love I had was lost , now I’m no longer spell bound.
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