πΆ Perish is the word I use to describe
All the feeling that I have burning here for you inside
You don't know how many times I've wished that I had told you
You don't know how many times I've wished that I could smote you
You don't know how many times I've wished that I could
Mold you into someone I could
Crumple up and toss in the trash bin of history. πΆ