| She’s never more lovely or frightening than early in the morning
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| Her black hair entwined with mine
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| I can feel her breathing
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| Above me beneath me her eyes are so deceiving
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| They tell me they want me
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| She’ll hurt me in the morning
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| She’s ruthless
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| It’s senseless
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| I’m useless
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| I can’t escape this feeling
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| This tension
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| It’s tightening
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| It suffocates my reason
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| I don’t know who I am
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| How I survived this beating
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| The strong me
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| She’s left me for the secret light of morning
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| My innocence was of a child
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| So I can’t stop from bleeding
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| And my trust was abounding
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| That was my mistake
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| And I thought heaven was burnt into blackness
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| Burnt into the background when we left
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| My ocean so quiet it echoes it resonates within me
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| It tells me to leave here eradicate these boundaries
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| My fire is much deeper than ever they’ve imagined
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| It burns far more brightly than the perfect light of morning
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| My innocence was of a child
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| So I can’t stop from bleeding
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| And my trust was abounding
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| That was my mistake
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| And I thought heaven was burnt into blackness
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| Burnt into the background when we left
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| I’m running in circles no longer
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| I’ll get myself together
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| It can’t hurt
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| I’m stronger
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| The frequency is fading
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| The blood flow is slowing
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| It’s thicker than this feeling
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| I’ll find it
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| It’s not far the lovely light of morning |