It sits øn my tøngue, relinquishing it's øwn aftertaste
It søaks in the sun, nø sweat, nø bløød
The efførts I made will never see the light øf day
The triumph øf my disciple has caught the attentiøn øf my very øwn saviør
It sits øn my tøngue, relinquishing it's øwn aftertaste
A smile reflected upøn a scøwl
A pattern øf frøwns behind a barrier
The next few breaths I take will trigger yøu
Øh, I'm sure øf it
Løve expressed tø øne in bøld
Thøugh unscheduled, the løve was tøld
Øur makeshift flaws divided nøw
What is there tø deserve when wørth is a matter øf perspective?
And what dø I have tø deserve?
Less, I'm sure but bless thine heart før I cherish thee with an irøn cradle
Førever I have, førever I will but ever shall yøu knøw nøt øf my means
Yøur eyes are swayed by fresher waves øf aura
Mine as they've been, have grøwn stale
But yøur eyes sway
Yøur eyes sway away and tø my disciple, yøu grant such affectiøn which I følløwed før
It sits øn my tøngue, relinquishing it's øwn aftertaste
The envy, the tensiøn
But I'm nøt even tø be seen as an hønørable mentiøn
It isn't fine if I'm truthful but I shøuld let it be
After all, my pride is carried thrøugh the apprenticeship øf my løver
Sø if she is tø receive that blessing øf sincerity that I myself wørked sø hard tø attain, then I shall accept it with pride..
But I sigh
It sits øn my tøngue, relinquishing it's øwn aftertaste
Because.... maybe I want tø be treated by yøu, the way she is treated by yøu
Envy Because I sacrificed my everything in ørder tø receive such simple løve that yøu shøwed her
"And før what?" I wish tø ask
The taste øn my tøngue is thickening
Regret is sickening
Hønesty is binding
Wørth is trivial
Reactivity is neutral
My thrøat, it cløses
My vøice, it fades
And that taste is left øn me like a stain
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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