Текст песни softscars - yeule

In the garden of your mind
It's dark and prickly, sweet and sticky
Just like honey overflows
The rotten flesh of my own carcass

A fallen angel thirsty for
The blood and gore, a painful sore
When I miss you, I sleep it through
Just so I don't have to think of you

It's too hard for me to let go of you
Though I tried to forget you
I really did try, I sleep
Little creep, you make me weep
I promise you I did as much as I could do

You stabbed me right in the chest
And made me bleed, and made me wet
With my own blood, drained with love
It's pastel pink, it's sweet, I think?

In the garden of your mind
It's dark and prickly, sweet and sticky
Just like honey overflows
The rotten flesh of my own carcass

All this love I have for you has made soft scars
All this love has cut me like a blade, softscars
I can't forget you, just go away, softscars
I can't love you like you love me, babe
Softscars

Soft

Softscars