The projection

Mastodonna

I hate the feel of this ache
Said I'd never cry for you
But I wake to feel...
How this hits the spot for you...
Not knowing now how to ever feel
That this perception isn't real
Like the old abuse
But bless your heart
I fought and refused
Only to be torn apart
Torn apart from youth

I hate the pain
Said I'd never cry for you
But I wake to the reality
The perception of the entity
Like the old abuse
Bless your heart
I fought and refused
Only to be torn apart by you

  • Author: Mastodonna (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 9th, 2016 08:32
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