𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞?
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞?
𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐛 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐎𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡?
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝑰'𝒎 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠,
𝐈𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐢𝐧 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞
𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝒎𝒚 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞

𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝,
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥. 𝐍𝐨𝐭. 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩. 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝.
𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞,
𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞,

𝐀 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬,
𝐀 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐬.
𝐀𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞,
‘𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬,
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬?

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫,
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐞:
𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊. 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒. 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑.

Something. It was always something.
And whenever it was nothing
That something came crashing in
Amplifying, magnifying, falsifying

Nothing is ever as hard as living
Nothing was ever as easy as quitting
Surviving was unforgiving
Dying was unremitting

A broken heart and broken bones
Diverging cries that we condone
Death is whispered in unwavering tones
A vacuous home; an empty throne

No one lone thing could change the world
For better or worse, all unknown
Transcendence be the killer of all
Be a hero, die alone

A broken heart and broken bones
Diverging cries that we condone
Death is whispered in unwavering tones
A vacuous home; an empty throne

A tattered quest
A broken trail
A sin confessed
All’s bound to fail
A heart of stone to anchor down
A heart of gold, a thieves’ crown
A heart of ice to thaw the beast
An injured heart, long deceased

A broken heart and broken bones
Diverging cries that we condone
Death is whispered in unwavering tones
A vacuous home; an empty throne

A damaged soul, laid to rest
Unforgiving and unremitting
A hero's tale, told at best
Rescript and falsely fitting

Four helping hands
Its two for two
The third to last
Is feeling blue

Let go, let go
Can't hold no more
Let go, let go
Now three not four

Three helping hands
Now all for one
The third to last
He's time is done

I'd finally discovered tame
In a world just so insane
Where memories destroy themselves
All pawns in this unnerving game

I wouldn't know, and still don't know
What we were meant to be
Though time, and time, and time again
I think what you think of me

Now we never talk, never look,
Never even smile
When our glances meet; eyes betraying
Every once a while

I heard them say you hate me now
I'd gladly take the blame
But mention why and tell me how
You hadn't done the same

I'm over this, and over you
And I don't even care
I've changed a bit, and you have too
From the time we used to share