When I said it was love I meant it
But the past came back
It erased the present and future
It rewrote the story
And took credit for it all

Now the past is back
Two different past are back
The one who rewrote the story
And the one who was creating the original story

The one who rewrote the story
Regrets it
They can’t write
They write these words
They took from others

The one who was creating the story
Is gone
They are missing
And nobody is looking for them

Now all the story
Is just a pile of papers
Mixed together
Scribbles
Nonsense

The end of a story

That was never completed

You think that he can keep you safe
All by himself

But he can’t

Help him
Protect him
Stop assuming that men are strong
And never need help

Every single person needs help
Every single person needs love

But love comes with pain

Some can’t keep going with that pain

But if they person they love

Loves them back and supports them

The love can flourish

Dreaming of your touch
Is worse torture than being whipped
Yet I keep dreaming every night

The past comes rushing through our minds
Paralyzing us
Memories of us
Memories of them
We are running all of our lives
To escape the past
But it will always come back
No matter how hard you try
He will come back
She will come back
Everyone will come back
Besides the ones you want to
The ones who were actually there
The ones who loved
They will never come back

Sing a lullaby to me
Sing a goodbye to me
Say goodbye to me
Sing the words
Sing your love
Say your love