My wounded eyes make violent cries alright.
The rumored lies that I’m alright are bright.
I’ll keep it burning longing and yearning sweetly.
i’ll keep it
sorrow is a twisted blessing, my sadness is my dressing.
My scars are mine and it’s defines my life.
i bleed for times that you were mine for a night.
i keep it, on fire this longing.
i need it; i makes me whole.
Sadness is my greatness, I’m desperate to feel whole.
I begged you not to leave me, but you chose to gloat and roam.