My Immortal
- LECTURES 21
- Votes 4
- Chapitres 2
En cours d'écriture<5 mins
Dernière publication mer., août 20, 2014
I'm so tired of being here Suppressed by all my childish fears And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave 'Cause your presence still lingers here And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase
[Chorus:] When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears And I held your hand through all of these years But you still have all of me
You used to captivate me by your resonating light Now I'm bound by the life you left behind Your face—it haunts my once pleasant dreams Your voice—it chased away all the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase
[Chorus]
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone But though you're still with me I've been alone all along
[Chorus]
...me, me, me.
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