Reaching back into my mind
Struggling to gain composure
Pushing fear in from behind
It's the beginning of my rapture
From sin I will tempt you to lie
Kindred to take advantage
Cuts deep when you say good-bye
And give me a dirty bandage
Nothing will ever seem so fake
As this hoax still tries to consume
Should we ever attempt to forsake
Our branches just may never bloom
Our time is a gift and a curse
Spend it well, like your last dollar
Marriage is for better or worse
Stand fast if either should holler
Some wounds will never heal
You do your best to cast me down
You really don't want what I feel
Yet don it just like a crown
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