Sang To Me
As the melancholy sang to me my sins.
The battle won through tears and pain
I've found the true meaning of defeat.
I've found sadness through deflowering
Lies, I found sadness through your piercing
cries.
I come as I am what a piercing phrase
I glazed upon my optional lies through hurt
and pain. I came I saw I conquered most,
I flew i grew I cried and boast. I cut I bleed
I cried many times, my pain is real but
you cant see without my eyes.
I was sung to that day, my strength comes
from within I committed defeat as i fell to
my knees. I was on I was off, but mostly
aware.The picture was taken, but the
flash wasn't there.
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