Nothing short of a promise.
Left to be broken down with dishonesty.
Trapped by your twisted vines.
I can feel your poison numbing my insides.
Nothing else can be said.
Mistakes were made.
Bruise me and break me.
My strength to continue withers away.
Your debt is yet to be played.
As long as you're living a nightmare I'll stay.
Bring them down with you as long as you may.
Mistakes are made.
Forgiveness isn't promised.
Alone with your thoughts to process.
What is it that you fear?
The empty hollowness of losing what's dear?
Wallow in pity, you'll find no remorse.
Mistakes were made, prices to be paid.
