The Withering Lyrics

Wilt for me, in my presence. Grow cold for me, and wear your sadness

An undying love can be a blessed thing, unless it's not returned. Then you're damned all the same

You'll fall to me in your weakness. You'll cry to me in your sadness
Fall to your knees and beg for me. Hurt you I will, but you need me

You will never leave. Your love will always bind you. There is no escape, for I can always find you
I will watch your pain and stay the same

Your love shall drown you

I shall never grieve for you, for you mean nothing. I shall never change. I'll do whatever I please
I will never care for you

Your love means nothing to me

When time doth steal your will, you'll wither as a flower unearthed and severed

Desolate is this place, barren of that which matters and void of all those who would care

Trust in me, trust me blindly and crawl to me. Now know your place is at my feet

An undying love can bring a thousand pains and when it’s not returned on yourself you'll place the blame