Lady Riddled with Conscience

The Lady Riddled with Conscience
Wears a robe made of pure bliss
But at sundown, there's a new gown
No longer is the lady there, just a lonely prayer
I know I don't usually tell you
So I'll show you in a song or two
If you forget all that I am
At least recall this melody, 'cause it's not for me

I heard you crying in the bathroom asking
"Why am I not good enough?"
With tears arborized
If you gave me life
Then the death of a mother is the death of a god



Credits
Writer(s): Gabryl Adarne
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