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.
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.
Still holding out for my fairytale ending.
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