Lucid Dreams (Bardcore - Medieval Parody Cover) Originally by Juice WRLD

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Song Lyrics

Nay, nay, nay, nay,
Yet in my chamber, thy shadows I behold,
The love I bestowed, I cannot reclaim,
'Tis come to the point where I both cherish and despise thee,
And I cannot alter thee, thus I must needs find another (oh),
More easily spoken than accomplished,
Methought thou wert my destined one,
Heeding my heart over my mind,
Thou hast found another, yet
I am the superior,
I shall not allow thee to forsake my memory.

Still, in my chamber, thy shadows linger,
The love I bestowed, I cannot reclaim,
'Tis come to the point where I both cherish and despise thee,
And I cannot alter thee, thus I must needs find another (oh),
More easily spoken than accomplished,
Methought thou wert my destined one,
Heeding my heart over my mind,
Thou hast found another, yet
I am the superior,
I shall not let thee forsake my memory.

Thou hast left me tumbling, landing in my own grave,
I wot thou wisheth my demise,
I partake of potions to feel somewhat whole,
I know 'tis but in my mind.

In these vivid dreams, where I'm paralyzed,
Pondering of thee in my bed,
Thou wert my all,
Thoughts of a marriage bond,
Now I'm better off deceased.
I'd endure it once more,
Wished it not to end,
I beheld it scatter in the breeze,
Should have hearkened to my companions,
Leave this matter in times past,
Yet I desire it to persist,
Thou wert fashioned of falsehood (false),
Entwined in thy drastic ways,
Who knew maidens so wicked could bear fairest countenance?

Thou gave me a heart, rife with flaws,
I gave thee my heart, and thou brought heartbreak,
Thou hast shattered my heart,
Thou hast caused my heart to ache (Yet in my chamber, thy shadows I behold),
Thou hast shattered my heart,
Thou hast caused my heart to ache (cannot reclaim the love I bestowed),
Thou hast shattered my heart (wrought of falseness, feigned),
Thou hast caused my heart to ache (Yet in my chamber, thy shadows I behold),
Thou hast broken my heart anew (Entwined in thy drastic ways),
(Who knew maidens so wicked could bear fairest countenance?)

Yet in my chamber, thy shadows I behold,
The love I bestowed, I cannot reclaim,
'Tis come to the point where I both cherish and despise thee,
And I cannot alter thee, thus I must needs find another (oh),
More easily spoken than accomplished,
Methought thou wert my destined one,
Heeding my heart over my mind,
Thou hast found another, yet
I am the superior,
I shall not let thee forsake my memory.

Yet in my chamber, thy shadows linger,
The love I bestowed, I cannot reclaim,
'Tis come to the point where I both cherish and despise thee,
And I cannot alter thee, thus I must needs find another (oh),
More easily spoken than accomplished,
Methought thou wert my destined one,
Heeding my heart over my mind,
Thou hast found another, yet
I am the superior,
I shall not let thee forsake my memory.

Leave this matter in times past, yet I desire it to persist,
Thou wert fashioned of falsehood (false),
Entwined in thy drastic ways,
Who knew maidens so wicked could bear fairest countenance?
More easily spoken than accomplished,
Methought thou wert-
(Heeding my mind, thou found another),
I shall not let thee forsake my memory.