In this garden that I have grown around you, I'm surrounded by blood and toil and sweat
Tears of love, laughter trickle on without you
I'm alone
I was waiting inside my home to call you, when you called me I lost all interest
How can love be so fickle, so dissolving?
Is it love when our souls have never met?
Don't you know how torn up inside I am still? I could wish for it all I want
She will love me until we both are broken
We are broken down, crawling in regret
What I feel when she's in my home, and not you - what I know I will never show
Tell myself that I'm just too cold, or too new - what could be I will never know
So I sit here, sing, and self-loathe along to my bedroom, and my books and chairs and desk
And I'm calling, I am calling: "I'm left alone... I am nothing"
Wesley Harper - (Self) Loathing Lyrics
Wesley Harper - (Self) Loathing Lyrics
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In this garden that I have grown around you, I'm surrounded by blood and toil and sweat
Tears of love, laughter trickle on without you
I'm alone
I was waiting inside my home to call you, when you called me I lost all interest
How can love be so fickle, so dissolving?
Is it love when our souls have never met?
Don't you know how torn up inside I am still? I could wish for it all I want
She will love me until we both are broken
We are broken down, crawling in regret
What I feel when she's in my home, and not you - what I know I will never show
Tell myself that I'm just too cold, or too new - what could be I will never know
So I sit here, sing, and self-loathe along to my bedroom, and my books and chairs and desk
And I'm calling, I am calling: "I'm left alone... I am nothing"
Tears of love, laughter trickle on without you
I'm alone
I was waiting inside my home to call you, when you called me I lost all interest
How can love be so fickle, so dissolving?
Is it love when our souls have never met?
Don't you know how torn up inside I am still? I could wish for it all I want
She will love me until we both are broken
We are broken down, crawling in regret
What I feel when she's in my home, and not you - what I know I will never show
Tell myself that I'm just too cold, or too new - what could be I will never know
So I sit here, sing, and self-loathe along to my bedroom, and my books and chairs and desk
And I'm calling, I am calling: "I'm left alone... I am nothing"
Writer: Wesley Nichols
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