And you called out as if some echo followed
And this old act you saw that he pulled off and pushed back
You hold on as if these lows had grounded your trust in the past
You held on to these fragments since the shell split
To open on these terms of patience you mold in.
An ocean opens wide
These are the lines I cross
you off of my mind
'Cause I can't believe
I can't believe this lie anymore.
In this way was I born to be broken or unsatisfied?
There's always some dance, always a sway off beat
Some stranger in me
In this was was I born to be broken or unhinged in some passion?
There's always a cause but I can't but feel that fault
That unfiltered compassion.
You came in to talk
to open a dialogue
sadist and all.
Been punished enough
but broke in the silence.
Not fighting at all.
You came back in this
almost contagious depression
felt weightless,
euphoric to cave in.
It didn't work out.
Not suprising nor blameless.
The raven raps at the pane of your loss
and nothing more.
Darkness there and nothing more
To leave you there for never more
All kinds of fear
All the times you've neared something
more than a breeze of mind.
Catches under, weighs you down
in your terms to hold out for something more
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