7 Angels 7 PlaguesA Farewell to a Perfect Score (EP)

I feel ill with words of repentance and love
I could never forget what it felt like
To feel my heart drop and watch as
Lonely insects swarmed around it
And fed off like a disease to a diagnosed patient
You no longer see me

What am I doing but holding back tears
And thinking of you

With this tainted image of me
With no longer love but disappointment
I'm still here
I just forgot I was human for a second
And that I can't just be some image
I have error

I long to hear your voice again
Untainted with openness
I'm sorry for what I have done
I'm sorry
What have I done?
And for what I have done I am truly sorry

Words for you are like my pot of gold
Let me not have spent my riches
But without this friendship I feel poor
Though I will still reflect on what we had
And all of the potential...