Til Death Do Us Part - Trauma Bonding Isn't What You Think It Is
Find yourself in broken glassEmpty room, dirty conscience
Trouble past, tangled roots
Reflection telling lies again
And you let it write your story
Before you sweep the mess
Remember the first time
You said this is the last time
Sin's grip isn't as strong as
Love's hands, hold onto mine
What are you fighting for
Is it worth dying for
Your body's lying on the floor
You can't take it anymore
Give up your soul for this
A couple hours of bliss
Tell me son
Is it worth it
Written by:
Isaiah Archuleta
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