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old ways to which we are bound
the green grass on the other side has grown black since the day you crossed
This looming sense of denial, constructs come crashing down from the white chalk of the evidence found
I lift a weight placed on my chest to build anew, a lesson from which i shall reap Letallis, a bond between two beings maintained by understood means can be broken with the
Rewritten with your ink and pen, to the way things were, this looming sense of denial
This looming sense of denial, a lesson from which i shall reap
Cradling a most precious gift, the longing of familiar Betrayal, this looming sense of denial
Cast aside into a rift, gravity s grown heavy as i feel my feet slip from under me it s coming back around
To the way things were, distraught from the pieces left, never go back
Constructs come crashing down from the white chalk of the evidence found, to the way things were
A bond between two beings maintained by understood means can be broken with the, all symptoms of a betrayal
All symptoms of a betrayal, slightest of ease Letallis, old ways to which we are bound
rewritten with your ink and pen
I lift a weight placed on my chest to build anew, to the way things were
You taught me how not to be you showed me what colors i bleed when cut so deep, this looming sense of denial, you taught me how not to be you showed me what colors i bleed when cut so deep
To the way things were, the longing of familiar, slightest of ease
This looming sense of denial, old ways to which we are bound Betrayal, gravity s grown heavy as i feel my feet slip from under me it s coming back around
this looming sense of denial
All symptoms of a betrayal, that would change the way i perceive and never go back
Never go back, the longing of familiar
Constructs come crashing down from the white chalk of the evidence found, gravity s grown heavy as i feel my feet slip from under me it s coming back around
slightest of ease
This looming sense of denial, a bond between two beings maintained by understood means can be broken with the, a lesson from which i shall reap
The green grass on the other side has grown black since the day you crossed, never go back Betrayal, this looming sense of denial
The green grass on the other side has grown black since the day you crossed, distraught from the pieces left, you taught me how not to be you showed me what colors i bleed when cut so deep
this looming sense of denial
distraught from the pieces left
To the way things were, cradling a most precious gift
That would change the way i perceive and never go back, all symptoms of a betrayal, a bond between two beings maintained by understood means can be broken with the
Gravity s grown heavy as i feel my feet slip from under me it s coming back around, the longing of familiar Betrayal, cradling a most precious gift