THANOS - VOYEUR Songtexte

Songtexte VOYEUR - THANOS




The pen scratched secrets into the page, lines of longing, words uncaged
Didn't know the silent eyes were there, lurking in shadows, pretending not to care
Every word is still raw and exposed, unraveled truths that nobody knows
Padding on your head behind a name, would've locked it tight, played a different game
Seems like you were there as I was writing, every thought I penned you're igniting
Like a phantom tracing every stroke, turning fragile whispers into a cruel joke
Were you reading my diary line by line? A ghost in the margins haunting my mind
Clicking like on every post I've aired, trying to pull me close like you ever cared
If I'd known you were here under disguise, I'd have burned the pages, hidden the lies
Each dance is spilled like blood on the floor, ink stained confessions begging for more
Your invisible fingers flipping through dreams, silent intruder in my inner seams
Every song I shared a crack in my soul, didn't know your hands were in control
If I'd seen the map before the game began, I'd have silenced the tune, erased the plan
Seems like you were there as I was writing, every thought I penned you're igniting
Like a phantom tracing every stroke, turning fragile whispers into a cruel joke
Were you reading my diary line by line? A ghost in the margins haunting my mind
Clicking like on every post I've aired, trying to pull me close like you ever cared
If I'd known you were here under disguise, I'd have burned the pages, hidden the lies
You stole the echoes of my heart, turned my vulnerability into art
A shadow dancing on the edge of my fears, turning my ink into your souvenirs
Did you want my pain, or was it a game? Feeding on my words, leaving me ashamed
No more hiding, no more ghosts. I'll lock my world and bar the posts
Were you reading my diary line by line? A ghost in the margins haunting my mind
Clicking like on every post I've aired, trying to pull me close like you ever cared
If I'd known you were here under disguise, I'd have burned the pages, hidden the lies
Now I write with the door locked tight. No more phantoms in the dead of night
Every word is mine, no eyes to see. My diary's sacred, it's only for me



Autor(en): Erik Riddick


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