Ill Intent کے بول

Pushed you out of my head Repressed thoughts of what you said I can’t fathom why you left Or these thoughts I conceal Claim you needed space So you threw this all away My memories turned to hate Like these thoughts I conceal I can’t sleep lying on these sheets This sinking feeling became routine I guess lightly I will tread over harsh things that I said I’m sorry I misread your love for ill intent I’ll blame lust It’s not like we discussed I know I broke our trust But you weren’t to know I sing about this fucked up thing And you doing what you did How I didn’t know I guess lightly I will tread over harsh things that I said I’m sorry I misread your love for ill intent I can’t sleep lying on these sheets This sinking feeling became routine I can’t sleep lying on these sheets This sinking feeling became routine