saint XC VII

Paint me
On the walls of your cathedrals
And come praise me
Because my martyrdom is holy
Dont forsake me, love another hate me
Turn your back and shut the door
You know that I hate it
Things I say underappreciated
Only say whats in my heart I mean it
You know I would die for you
But calm it down Im thinking way too hard
Running out of ways to breathe
Hoping for the day youll look for me
Boys like me could only dream
Said you thought that I could be your saint
But baby Im not able in this state
Nineteen ninety seven baby age
Made it hard to win you in your game
But baby its too late Im in your dark cloud
Coming over churches know were young but
Our thunder is relentless
Know we fxcked up, Im your fxck up
Lingering in you but, you still refuse to clear the air for us
So ill answer the prayers for you
Be the bigger man between us too
In no time Ill go quiet for you
So I can be that saint for you
Saint 97
Im down Im your martyr babe
97 Im down Im your
Saint 97
Im down Im your martyr babe
97 Im down Im your
So dont underestimate
When you dont reciprocate
Ill show you that Im confident
Tell me what you need
Wont be there to hold your feet
Show me that youre confident
You know that I hate it
Things I say underappreciated
Only say whats in my heart I mean it
You know I would die for you
But calm it down I'M thinking way too hard<比如>running out of ways to breathe<比如>hoping forth E大Y有LL look form E<比如>boys立刻me could only dream<比如>