They hid blood under her pillow on visitng nights,
the time they set foot on the door step walking in the home of security, steering closer and closer towards their room
They had her sleeping on top of screaming voices from the past,
staining sentences of desire with a slick of the tongue tasting what they thought was sweet lines but were bitter secrets to be exact
In sheets with long nights that felt good.
She didn’t know the eyes that looked into her decievs,
they show these dreams
for in this lonely is, in heart, pure but it’s not what they need,
Brown illusions stare watching while in a daydream, they thinking they want this life but at the same be asking if it’s right.
Be trying to convince that there’s a light waiting in turn to get them loving
but this love aint nothing but cravings
Most attention of got you thinking this is true.
She got you thinking this is true
He got you thinking this is true
They got you thinking this is true
But while you thinking
there’s a piece of you that wants this forever,
pieces scattered got you wondering if you put em back together just for you.