Secrets of a dark past,
Left beneath the sea,
Scared that someone might find it,
That drowning clone of me.
She holds so many broken hearts,
In the center of her hand,
All of them her own,
At the bottom of the sea where she can't stand.
The angel from upon her,
Left the devil on her shoulder,
And with all this weight,
Her mind grew so much colder.
What once was a dream,
Turned into a nightmare,
Fell into the sea,
With blood in her hair.
Drowning in a sea of deadly thoughts,
Bleeding gently from her wrists,
Trying to hide the fact that,
Many broken hearts exist. |
