It takes me back to old days
She said she likes me and prays
Building faith in something I was unaware
Trying hard to reach but all I got to be spare
The innocence in the roses had vanished ,
The thorns were getting chores hard,
Just taking time to some Initials,
So hurt me , Left me craving in the dark.
It takes me back to old things
When I used to say at my high voice
That I'm not the only one , girl.
And you figured it out as creepy noise
It takes me back to old sayings
When betrayal was considered sin at all
When days didn't bleed and she did call
When voices were soft and it was the pitfall
When I was betrayed by tiny word's stall
When I was made to think I've the girl
I used to imagine even in the whirl
When I was softened by the voices in disguise
All I know now was the faith that killed me at high price
It's all about the times when we were bit young
Taking things granted but too young to think
These could be just a temporary source of soothing
Young blood was happy and in pink.
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