sageling
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Aug 21, 2024
- Messages
- 27
You hold me tight, so tight,
And I you, day and night.
I know without you it'd be better, safer,
But I guess I live to fight.
Why does wrong feel so right?
Maybe I'll let go, later, later,
Of this tainted truth I live in,
This pollution that starts within,
And wears me thin like trace paper.
Tracing the scars I never wanted, but I now bear poorly.
And I you, day and night.
I know without you it'd be better, safer,
But I guess I live to fight.
Why does wrong feel so right?
Maybe I'll let go, later, later,
Of this tainted truth I live in,
This pollution that starts within,
And wears me thin like trace paper.
Tracing the scars I never wanted, but I now bear poorly.