You missed out on someone great,
Something that could’ve taken care of you.
Burdens nothing but deadweight,
Your nightmares at best you worst than a flu.
No point looking at your face,
The demons inside of you never known.
Angels missing without trace,
Leaving behind nothing to call you flown.
That’s it when you’re not a soul,
One thing to exist another purpose.
Half a heart not yours you stole,
Laughing stock I am worst than a circus.
Alone without saving wings,
Dreaming saves me from your things…
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 4:33 PM UTC
You missed out on someone great,
Something that could’ve taken care of you.
Burdens nothing but deadweight,
Your nightmares at best you worst than a flu.
No point looking at your face,
The demons inside of you never known.
Angels missing without trace,
Leaving behind nothing to call you flown.
That’s it when you’re not a soul,
One thing to exist another purpose.
Half a heart not yours you stole,
Laughing stock I am worst than a circus.
Alone without saving wings,
Dreaming saves me from your things…
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