

Heir to the Throne I cover myself in your left-behindsHeir to the Throne by ~flaery
wear your scent
color my lips red
You won't speak to me anymore
I can't see through the air
keeping memories is
what I have
even with no one else to share
We sang
the location of boys
by the light of a moon
and pieces in foreign tongues
Mommy, paint me in your image
let me take the path you couldn't
you'll be my angel, my saint
everything for you