I watched it all turn to dust through my hands
Hid my head in the sand
Dug my grave, stacked my folded dreams
My mind is breaking at the stitched tight seams
And to end this all, I’ll tell it like it is
Insidious minds feel the weight of these lines
And in equal measure I’ll recount what we said,
Remember when I cut you, cut you from that thread?
And I still don’t fucking care
Blood on my hands I’m not sorry
That you can’t decide I cannot try to care
And my silence I won’t forsake
But believe me there’s still promises left to break
And lately I’ve been lying awake
On account of these defining traits
Your only request is my very best
But trust me you take more to impress
Stared down the barrel of a gun
Thought maybe I’d be something else to you
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