Good to be the hate-sink, I can take the blame Collect power from the pointless pain More alone now than ever before A wretched god of a mess on a dusty castle floor
Innocent days are in distant hindsight And the imminent nostalgia, it hits and blind-sides me What remains couldn’t match the dream Or explain how it all went so down-stream Now Feels like I’m singing six feet underground This heart is beating without any sound There are no second chances for me Nobody’s likely to come back around Upon the ashes of what once grew here I’ll plant a seed and depart by night fall Was I the hero no one believed? Was I the villain after all? Never figured why I was surprised to find Half-truths are an alibi for straight up lies
Romance-speak like “hopes and dreams” are just one Reality is made of many, I’m out-gunned
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