This is backstabbed hardcore
It’s time to fucking move
From side to side
Darkness insists
And takes control of me
A ghost
That never learned how to rest
My hands are bleeding
From feeding my demons
As they claw beneath my skin
Trying to lock them in
Why
Why do I still believe
My blooms do not grow in grief
I carried scars
From fights I couldn’t win
You stayed
Hands warm eyes steady
Though my heart was heavy
My heart was heavy
My heart is heavy
Like you believed
Spring could bloom inside a grave
And for a moment
I thought that you could end my pain
Why
Why do I still believe
My blooms do not grow in grief
Why
Why does the pain remain
Soon I’ll end up in this grave
One day
One day
Spring inside my grave
One day
One day
One day
These flowers sprout again
I take the blame for the withered ones I threw away
One day
These flowers sprout again
And then I’ll have
Spring inside my grave
