In the garden of your mind It's dark and prickly, sweet and sticky Just like honey, overflows The rotten flesh of my own carcass A fallen angel thirsty for The blood and gore, a painful sore When I miss you, I sleep it through Just so I don't have to think of you
It's too hard for me to let go of you Know I tried to forget you I really did try, I sleep Little creep, you make me weep I promise you I did as much as I could do To stop thinking of
You stabbed me right in the chest And made me bleed, and made me wet With my own blood, drained with love It's pastel pink, it's sweet, I think?
In the garden of your own mind It's dark and prickly, sweet and sticky Just like honey, overflows The rottеn flesh of my own carcass
All this love I have for you has madе Softscars All this love has cut me like a blade Softscars I can't forget you, just go away Softscars I can't love you like you love me, babe Softscars
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