Misery Worth You
An icy cold heart dreams with me on this plane,
I'm not wise enough to know.
I was wide-awake when you did this to me,
left me, to leave the world,
I cherished your soul, through wondering nights of chaos,
breathing sweet whispers within your skin,
hiding myself inside your lovable embrace.
Sorrow filled my skin,
flesh to flesh was disgusting,
cruel and cold.
I ran through the agony,
and now I'm out,
alive again within another's embrace.
I dream on this plane, with an icy cold heart beside me
you always said I wasn't wise enough to know.