Vulnerable, you are
Such, such pretty eyes
Such, such pretty all
All I can do is wish
I want to hold you
I want to say, everything will be alright
I will never leave you
But I'll be okay if you leave
Because you were never here
But I wish you were
Forgiven
Sorry, sorry
I know, I know, it isn't my fault
But I'm not blind
But I know you wish I were
That way, I wouldn't seen your mistakes
And I'm one
One, one for all disasters
Which are of yours
But for you
You're not one for given forgive
ghosts for him
from voices and shadows that have fainted
he could call back at them, and I, silent
I'd be a fool to acknowledge him, crazy, sick bastard
and they asked me if I needed to be sedated
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