I lost. And there's no coming back. I knew nothing would last, but you gave me hope. Are you scared of all that I have become or the hate that you've grown? You drained all my worth. Oh, I thought you were more than what I learned the hard way. But that's on me. Yet, you knew I'd hurt and you made it worse to spite me. I'm writhing. But you'll always come first, not me. As long as you don't sink, you're smiling. So, you'll cover your tracks. That way nobody asks To see if I'm breathing or if my lungs are choking on the blood of our past. I knew I wouldn't last because you'll always come first. You'll always come first You can't help yourself, we're both selfish in health. You'll always come first You can't help yourself, we're both selfish in health. (Don't make me. Don't drain me more.) I don't want to reminisce on all of this but the rage is just enough to do me in. You can't stop what I hide. I have made up my mind. I have made up my mind.

So you're just the same: a fucking snake, defamed. You set me up by name just to point the blame. You wanted closure, so you took advantage of my fire. I just wanted to be free and cut from your desires. Every demon you sent my way felt unconquerable, but I'm always fucking accountable. and you'll never feel the same. Why should we stay if nothing is for certain? It's never forgotten. I'd rather close the curtain for good. A burning hate that sears our names into each other's throats gives us a perfect scapegoat. An imperfect antidote. You wanna say that I'm the instigator, when you never really gave me clear answers about if you believed you burdened me... You fucking ruined everything. You've got some nerve saying I'm the aggressor when we're both exposing ourselves to torture... You're always taking half-measures because you love to see me give in to the pressure. No sympathy behind your black eyes. I've lost years of my life in dead cries. We've both told lies that vary in size. You have hidden yourself from good light. (Blegh) Why should we stay if nothing is for certain? It's never forgotten. I'd rather close the curtain for good. A burning hate that sears our names into each other's throats gives us a perfect scapegoat. You've put the noose around my neck more than you'll care to admit You've put the noose around my neck more than you'll care to admit; you're sick. You're just like me. You draw the lines across your wrists wondering what made you bleed. Is this for show, or what we know? A brutal silence from the terror committed in human err. I almost wrote a note. Death is no antidote. I almost wrote a note. Death is no antidote. Oh, I wish I knew that the things I'd give to you would never be enough. No, I was never enough. I think I've been mistaken with how I've been behaving even though you made me sick for far too long. I'll never find a haven. The things I've loved are taken but I hope to live to see you understand. Why should we stay if nothing is for certain? It's never forgotten. I'd rather close the curtain for good. A burning hate that sears our names into each other's throats gives us a perfect scapegoat. An imperfect antidote.

l can't escape from the swallowing gaze of your black eyes. Haunting my sleep, trauma imprinted dreams keep me awake. You're my mistake. I'll find a reason for your reckless grief once you own up to instilling mine. There's nobody left to hate but yourself. I've already fucking done my time. I see your face every fucking corner I turn, but I know that you get off on your goal to watch me hurt. Too bad that you'll only get what you fucking deserve, when the darkest depths of hell wish you would fucking burn. My heart is racing, my body's bracing for the worst to come. You were the worst to come. I want to find an exit from all the broken pieces that left me guessing why I called you mine. There's nothing left to steal but my jaded heart. I guess you never wanted me, instead you wanted mine. You really think that you could take from me? Stupid Motherfucker. I will no longer sit still and stay silenced. I'm not your accomplice. Martyrs don't create victims so why do you act as one when I've testified to be one of your lies? Give me back what's mine. I want to know what you hide inside that hollow heart. I want to find an exit from all the broken pieces that left me guessing why I called you mine. There's nothing left to steal but my jaded heart. I guess you never wanted me, instead you wanted mine.

Forsaken. A cancer has grown. You'll pray to your deities, but there's nothing above. Your debt's unforgiven and my hatred's restored. I'll take what was mine with interest in mind. Distort all of reality. Just like you did to me. But now I can finally see I lived in defeat for an eternity. Blaming you has brought no peace to me. I know what I've done and it's fucking haunting me. I've laid awake at night trying to convince myself that I wasn't becoming extinguished. You'll fall victim to the consequence of ridding me of everything that gave me a fucking meaning. I am not lost, nor was I a sycophant. You had nothing to give me of substance. I'm no longer prey, so you better fucking pray, hoping that your god's awake, cuz I won't fucking hesitate. I'm hoping you come out to play. Come get a taste. Make your last mistake. I was never yours to forsake. My anger has grown A loss of compassion has finally swallowed me whole. No love that I felt could bring me back from this edge. I'll take what was mine, but what is the cost? I'll rot till the day that i'm damned.

I crave your hateful touch. Nails that cut like a blade, painted red in disdain. Withdrawals from our toxic love drains me of my potential, seizing up as I spiral. Sever ties while drowning in my eyes. A dark, deceptive blue that drained to grey in stolen time. Is this enough? We're fucking bleeding as we try to swim with open wounds. In disguises, we've swallowed as we savor each lie. (Need, dependent. Leave, resist it.) I've said good-bye far too many times. A trail I've walked so far, led by a map that's scarred in my own arm. I hate you all the same, but I can't walk away. It's been done, but I've sank deeper; whispered to reapers. Does it ever get better? I can't take this forever. Oizys, I beg you, spare me. Your abyss taunts me. Will I ever be released, before the surface consumes me? (Oh) If I just took a step back, would I see my course correct? I've said good-bye far too many times. A trail I've walked so far, led by a map that's scarred in my own arm. I hate you all the same, but I can't walk away. Everything that I've done to find what's best for us has led me astray. I know the misfortune I've lived was never your cross to carry, but I'm afraid we're too late. Our chapter is closing. Our time is eroding. I watched the seconds pass by, waiting for my luck to change. Will we ever change? Everything I ever did was for my own self-gain. I made you take the blame. And now it's too late.