No Coming Home - Neaera

I left you alone

It’s only my fault

I’m dying faced with all this uncertainty

God, I’m begging, please

Bring them back to me

Seconds become minutes, become hours, become days

Seconds become minutes, become hours, become days

In my dreams

I hear him whisper

Laugh

Their cry for help

They shout my name

Seeing his fucking face

Which I hate

Which I hate with every fibre of my heart

Words can’t express my disgust for you

So young, so innocent

Bring them back to me