BUT I’M DYING BECAUSE MY ARMS CAN’T HOLD THE CORPSES AND MY EYES ARE WELLING UP WHEN I KNEW IT WAS BOUND TO MAIM ME.
I KNEW IT WAS BOUND TO **** ME
WITHOUT CARING WITHOUT REMORSE
I KNEW THE TEARS WOULD SINK INTO MY CHEEKS AND MAKE THEM SOGGY
BUT I’M DYING IN MY OWN ARMS, MY OWN HANDS THE ONLY WITNESS TO THIS WRECKAGE
YOU’D THINK I’D LEARN BY NOW;
I HAD LEARNED, BUT I REVERTED BACK
TO WHO I WAS WHEN I BELIEVED IN LOVE AND I DO NOT ANYMORE.
I AM JADED NOW
BUT WHO AM I TO TOUCH THE WOUND
AND FEEL NOTHING?
AND I AM DYING FOR A CAUSE I CANNOT MEND
TEARING OPEN MY STITCHES,
WHO WAS I BEFORE THE TORNADO,
BEFORE THE GUNFIRE?
YOU’D THINK I’D LEARN BY NOW,
YOU’D THINK I’D STOP DYING
FOR THE SAKE OF SOMEONE ELSE.