nightmare.
This is love. This is joy.
You've got an emptiness, I couldn't fill, False gods and tenderness.
Into your will, pray on the falling, straps from your shoulders.
Into your will, pray on the falling, straps from your shoulders.
How do I hold you?
Make me a monster, Make me a beast.
Pray on my weakness, become my disease.
I've been lovesick and empty, cold and I'm trembling.
Pray on my weakness, become my disease.
I've been lovesick and empty, cold and I'm trembling.
Still holding out for my fairytale ending.
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