I made this song in Iran during the war with America/Israel.
The process of writing and making this song even though places around me were under bombardment was one of the ways I could not completely lose my mind during this war.
Lyrics:
Writing this song as missiles and bombs are raining down.
Prisoner of time. I know it's my fault. Didn't leave you a choice.
Never thought you'd end up leaving me. I'm proud of you for it.
My ego too fragile. It rotted my angel. Now I'm on my own.
Maybe if I survive this war, you'll come home.
(Drink that copium)
Don't care if it's a lie.
(Drink, drink copium)
Maybe I'll be alive.
(Copium)
One day we'll reunite.
(Drink that copium)
Cross my heart and hope to die.
Broke your heart too many times, now my own's wrecked all around.
No hope in sight.
Literal missiles and bombs are raining down.
You can't bring yourself to reach out.
I'd give anything to be with you, be with you again.
Maybe time will heal what I couldn't.
My soulmate, don't disown me.
I promise I'm better.
Maybe if I survive this war, you'll come home.
(Drink that copium)
Don't care if it's a lie.
(Drink, drink copium)
Maybe I'll be alive.
(Copium)
One day we'll reunite.
(Drink that copium)
Cross my heart and hope to die.
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