How to quit longing.
Teach me how to cut
The roots of your love
From the depths.
Teach me how to kill
The tears within a smile.
Teach me how to kill love,
And murder my passions.
I imagined you being my world,
Like a poem.
Then you planted wounds in my chest,
And stole away my patience.
I imagined you being my world,
Like a poem.
Then you planted wounds in my chest,
And stole away my patience.
I imagined you being my world,
Like a poem.
Then you planted wounds in my chest,
And stole away my patience.
If I am truly precious to you,
Then take my hand.
Because I have fallen from my head,
All the way to my feet.
If I am truly precious to you,
Then take my hand.
Because I have fallen from my head,
All the way to my feet.
Because I have fallen from my head,
All the way to my feet
