Artist: Seeing Means More
Song: Bernadette Protti
Album: efra/Seeing Means More Split
Country: USA
Lyrics:
Beneath the lone quaint pine tree
Lays the fair Bernadette
With eyes filled with sorrow and regret
With floral in her hair, she serenades
With tales of poignant tragedy
These memories of my wounds at hand they won't pass away
I've died within your words
Your words, they hurt, I can't disregard this pain
These memories of my wounds at hand they won't pass away
A thousand conversations as time moves on
I'll thrust this blade as long as pain is found
There's nothing left
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