Sometimes the only payoff for having any faith
Is when it's tested again and again everyday
I'm still comparing your past to my future
It might be your wound, but they're my sutures.
You're about to bloom
You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon...
Some legends are told,
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me.
Remember me, for cehturies.
Anything you say can and will be held against you
So only say my name...
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you
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