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Child of dreams, wonderful soul, oh, how I let you down.
Angel of all the things I'd forgotten, oh, how I let you down.

You were the one who taught me to love; the one who taught me to dream. You were the one who made good things seem like reality.

Son of the Truth, son of the Lord, oh, how I swallowed the words.
Dear of my heart, the one who resides there, oh, how I swallowed the words.

You deserve more than me, darling I know that; trust me, I finally see. You deserve breathtaking beauty and honor, not what I stole for me.

Teacher of patience, teacher of wisdom, oh, how I tossed you aside.
Gentle, your words were always the right ones, oh, how I tossed you aside.

He needed you then! I scream to myself, but my words cannot travel through time. Heaven forbid his worth to him tell, but my words cannot travel through time.

What would I give, angel of respect, to say what I didn't before.
Angel of apathy, sorry, I'm sorry, I'll say what I didn't before.

The words locked inside of me should've been spoken, your blood is for sure on my hands. The darkness you felt was a crime of my apathy, blood is for sure on my hands.

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Child of dreams, wonderful soul, oh, how I let you down.
Angel of all the things I'd forgotten, oh, how I let you down.

You were the one who taught me to love; the one who taught me to dream. You were the one who made good things seem like reality.

Son of the Truth, son of the Lord, oh, how I swallowed the words.
Dear of my heart, the one who resides there, oh, how I swallowed the words.

You deserve more than me, darling I know that; trust me, I finally see. You deserve breathtaking beauty and honor, not what I stole for me.

Teacher of patience, teacher of wisdom, oh, how I tossed you aside.
Gentle, your words were always the right ones, oh, how I tossed you aside.

He needed you then! I scream to myself, but my words cannot travel through time. Heaven forbid his worth to him tell, but my words cannot travel through time.

What would I give, angel of respect, to say what I didn't before.
Angel of apathy, sorry, I'm sorry, I'll say what I didn't before.

The words locked inside of me should've been spoken, your blood is for sure on my hands. The darkness you felt was a crime of my apathy, blood is for sure on my hands.