Will the tears I've cried take years off my life?
How many times have you killed me, once or twice?
How many more hours, days, years will I waste
With a cake in my face I'm refusing to taste
Like a moth to my porch light
I am beckoned by thee
With false hopes of ever being alive, let alone free
Your life is the white noise I fall asleep to
Nothing I could sing to
Sep 4, 2023
Sep 4, 2023 at 10:30 PM UTC
Will the tears I've cried take years off my life?
How many times have you killed me, once or twice?
How many more hours, days, years will I waste
With a cake in my face I'm refusing to taste
Like a moth to my porch light
I am beckoned by thee
With false hopes of ever being alive, let alone free
Your life is the white noise I fall asleep to
Nothing I could sing to
September 2023
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