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Return To Sender

 

Return To Sender

(الألبوم: Cultural Divide - 2016)


I've spent this time
In the company of all my vices
At the mercy of a mind
Running tired and endless

As I close my eyes and fall asleep
Every night these past few weeks
I find myself with you again
Still sharing breaths still holding hands
But I wake fast and gasp for air
If what's not real is all still there

Never had an honest answer. Face the brutal truth
Found no trace of hope in a wasted you
You're a wilting flower with dying roots
Burnt out the candle that went like our faded youth

Her life is comfortable
And grounded by aesthetics

Shallow as they come in your own shadow of death
Treading light enough just to save some breath
Caught in the undertow of your waves I sense
The tides are rising slow like your entitlement

Your heart has changed and dragged me out
What happened to the love we found
Or what I defined because I believed
The words you wrote and spoke to me

Never had an honest answer. Face the brutal truth
Found no trace of hope in a wasted you
You're a wilting flower with dying roots
Burnt out the candle that went like our faded youth

A white picket fence, yet a lack of substance
Your empty hands placed hope in circumstance

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