Don’t just care about your turn to speak.
Care enough to think and to react
To feel and to help me back up.
I hardly ask for anything.
Just care.
Monsters never rest, so why should you?
“I want your warm, but it will only make me colder when it’s over. So I can’t tonight, baby”
if our love was the death of me
i wouldn’t be afraid
i wouldn’t beg on my knees
but if you could please
give me one last kiss
before my lips turn to ash
will the darkness pass
i won’t hold my breath
i won’t wait to rest
is this all i am to you
a broken story
a hero in the wrong
you gave me the courage
you inspired this song
if our love was the death of me
it is a death well deserved
something I would greet
As each second passes my hands become weak
I’m not fit to carry the kingdom for it brings me to my knees
I do not ask that you bow before my excuses, or submit yourself to be useless
Heavy is the lock and fragile is the need that burdens your lips
Don’t take this from me
I am the last in a line of hushed whispers