As the tears dry up in the heat of the night,
the scars run red with the thought of the day.
You gave the words life and then ended mine
with twisted lies and solem cries.
The silence between the words you preached
screamed the truth
Yet my ears loved the sound of your familiar tune.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 8:35 PM UTC
As the tears dry up in the heat of the night,
the scars run red with the thought of the day.
You gave the words life and then ended mine
with twisted lies and solem cries.
The silence between the words you preached
screamed the truth
Yet my ears loved the sound of your familiar tune.
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