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Youth Fountain

Peace Offering

 

Peace Offering

(album: Keepsakes & Reminders - 2021)


It's piling up, a constant hunger I've been yearning for so long
You'd start to think that I'd be used to this, with every problem I dwell on
I'm still suffering, is this what I need?
A new love for a false sense of peace
Justify the sad excuse, of a stranger I call "me"
A stranger I call "me"

And if you pull the heartstrings, while closed in with clipped wings
I couldn't be enough for anyone when I hate myself

I'll pretend that I'm okay like this
But you can tell by my tone of voice
It's not up to choice for getting out of this bed I'm in
Staying dormant in dark places I fall right back in
I concealed the guilt, tearing down any love I built

Now I'm wearingthin
I'm letting go, as you're slipping (feel it all cave in)
Will all this pain be useful someday?
Pessimism finds its way, to keep seeping through my veins

And if you pull the heartstrings, while closed in with clipped wings
I couldn't be enough for anyone when I hate myself
The peace offering doesn't mean anything
When all I see are these insecurities, making me my enemy

I'm all worn down
I can't wait this out
My mental health is defeated now
And I heard the sound
In this broken house
The memory serves me well

Please, could you pick up the phone?
I'd say it all, I'd make it known
That I'm not what I seem
That you're everything in between someone who's leaving

And if you pull the heartstrings, while closed in with clipped wings
I couldn't be enough for anyone when I hate myself
The peace offering doesn't mean anything
When all I see are these insecurities, making me my enemy

And if you pull the heartstrings, while closed in with clipped wings
I couldn't be enough for anyone when I hate myself
The peace offering doesn't mean anything
When all I see are these insecurities, making me my enemy

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