Forget me, forget me not
I'm lost in a meadow, where all our memories go to rot
Forgive me, forgive me not
No more a sinner than a saint, oh what a sorry, state
Raised up in the shadows where the light couldn’t reach
Force fed the fruits of another belief
Tongue tied, by subtle lies
These crossed eyes could never seem to walk along the dotted lines
Was I just a martyr?
A figure of speech?
A loose end to your thread
That can’t mend the heart that you wear on your sleeve
Oh, what a shame
That I bare the mark of another’s hate
I was never to blame
Left to wander alone for eternity
You don’t deserve to share the air I breathe I'm buried six feet deep
Screams don’t mean a thing
These wounds were cut too deep
I was bleeding on your floor acting as if you’re worth dying for
It’s hard to find the good that's left in me
Your tears don’t mean a thing
It’s hard to find the good that's left in me
You’re not worth dying for
And as I walk through the valley of night
I make a deal with the devil and take my own life
Dark omens, they follow me
Cursed by the sycamore tree
The roots beneath my feet
Leach onto my soul like drawing blood from a stone
Oh, what a shame
That I bear the mark of another’s hate
You don’t deserve to share the air I breathe I'm buried six feet deep
Screams don’t mean a thing
These wounds were cut too deep
I was bleeding on your floor acting as if you’re worth dying for
Forget me, forget me not
I'm lost in the meadow, where all our memories go to rot
Forgive me, forgive me not
No more a sinner than a saint, oh what a sorry state
Forget me, forget me not
I'm lost in the meadow, where all our memories go to rot
Forgive me, forgive me not
No more a sinner than a saint, oh what a sorry
State
You don’t deserve to share the air I breathe I'm buried six feet deep
Screams don’t mean a thing
These wounds were cut too deep
I was bleeding on your floor acting as if you’re worth dying for
