Texty: Illdisposed. Our Words Betrayed.

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You call my name
It sounds like Summer
My feelings are uptight
But they?ll survive

We speak again
Not with each other
Thought I must admit
We shared good times

Good, times, Rome were built
Words, thrown, fall betrayed
Our, faith, just collided
We, fell, so alone

Our words betrayed
In comes the nightmare
Of being all exposed
We stay alive

I need your help
Confirm you?re frightened
Bring down the barrier
Of broken dreams