Dichotomy歌詞

The bittersweet irony of you not being, baby.
My arms will be missing you,
my arms will be missing you.
The more I said, the less I breathed
Just close to you these explicit, darling.
I won't mind if I get,
I won't mind if I get burnt.
Hiding, listen down my,posed to be alive.
I came at the first light,baby's eyes, pour these gentle tears.
You will not forget me,
you will only be where we,ever laid to carry me,
you will not forget me.
The bittersweet irony of you not being banished.
My arms will be missing you,
my arms will be missing you.