Sundered Souls

Loving. Leaving
2 hearts, receding

You allow yourself to be vulnerable
So malleable, but afraid of mistakes

You are a canvas of carefully selected
Works of art

Maybe I took part…

You took a piece of me
A piece of me that will never be seen again
Your beauty was fools gold
And your tears - hypnotic
I see right through you now

You are a canvas, of carefully selected
Works of art
I’m not the one who curated your pain
I’m not to blame

Picture perfect, pieced togеther on purpose
You made a martyr out of mе
I was never gonna be your saviour
So you made a martyr out of…

Out of me

I’m not your inspiration
I’ll never be the one that
Justifies your little charade
Your little charade

Don’t let me hear you speak my;
Don’t let me hear you speak my;
Don’t let me hear you speak my;
Don’t let me hear you speak my name

You are a canvas, of carefully selected
Works of art
I’m not the one who curated your pain
I’m not to blame

Don’t you speak my name