You've ruined my favourite words
That which promised me happiness, replaced by hurt
All the brightest colours make my retinas burn
While dark undertones make me feel my bones turn
I'm yearning for release
Baby, please
I want that sweet relief
I'm old
I'll fold
The cards I dealt cheaply so
You were a blessing in disguise
Then came the nightmare from which I wouldn't awake, current I couldn't arise
And colours that I'd worked hard to retain
Rain, you became, shirked what you stain
I'm craving for release
Baby, please
I want that sweet relief
I'm old
I'll fold
The cards I dealt cheaply so
Oh
Cheaply so
Oh
YOU ARE READING
Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
