~ Revival~


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I had lost myself but I'll win my soul....

~ Revival~

Wilted

Wilted, Torn

Wilted, Torn, Withered

Wilted, Torn, Withered, Pieces of silence

Wilted, Torn, Withered, Pieces of silence, That once screamed

Wilted, Torn, Withered, Pieces of silence, That once screamed Is confined into a cavity

Wilted, Torn, Withered, Pieces of silence, That once screamed Is confined into a cavity, With stained gleam

I bottled up my coyness

I bottled up my coyness To spill out oozing fortitude

I bottled up my coyness To spill out oozing fortitude Inviting the dust of euphoria,

I bottled up my coyness To spill out oozing fortitude Inviting the dust of euphoria, To knock at the doors

I bottled up my coyness To spill out oozing fortitude Inviting the dust of euphoria, To knock at the doors Letting it feel the discourtesy

I bottled up my coyness To spill out oozing fortitude Inviting the dust of euphoria, To knock at the doors Letting it feel the discourtesy That once slammed me mute

I'll wear

I'll wear My pointe shoes

I'll wear My pointe shoes With greasy ribbons

I'll wear My pointe shoes With greasy ribbons Tie them into my

I'll wear My pointe shoes With greasy ribbons Tie them into my bruised foot

Smudging away the blemishes of blood from my dress

Smudging away the blemishes of blood from my dress, And blushing them up

Smudging away the blemishes of blood from my dress, And blushing them up On my cheeks

Smudging away the blemishes of blood from my dress, And blushing them up On my cheeks I'll suck in the suffocating smog

Smudging away the blemishes of blood from my dress, And blushing them up On my cheeks I'll suck in the suffocating smog Painting my eyes with them, smoky

I'll wear my broken wings

I'll wear my broken wings, For the vultures to glance

I'll wear my broken wings, For the vultures to glance, Through the holes

I'll wear my broken wings, For the vultures to glance, Through the holes, At my naked sore scars

I'll wear my broken wings, For the vultures to glance, Through the holes, At my naked sore scars And, I'll wear, my misprized crown

I'll wear my broken wings, For the vultures to glance, Through the holes, At my naked sore scars And, I'll wear, my misprized crown That'll remind me of my extinct glory

I had lost myself

I had lost myself But I'll win my soul

I had lost myself But I'll win my soul .

I had lost myself But I'll win my soul . .

Thank you ♡ @vanshikaasinha

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