apparitions pt. 2
my enemies & i
we're so capable of the ugliest things
could you believe i've been a monster?
holding on to anchors just to watch you sleep
with nothing but our memories
we lost ourselves in anger
we filled our mouths with hateful tone
now our story has been told
the blood's still warm but our hearts are cold
with nothing but our memories
we lost ourselves in anger
we filled our mouths with hateful tone
thank god i remember the face