am i dead to you,
or just another story you could tell?
was i worth loving,
or was i just for show and tell?
was it all real,
or were you faking it all along?
was our love made of stone,
or just a thread to hold our bond?

like a large stone,
holding me down,
like im in a sea,
ready to drown,
like i'm stuck,
and i have nowhere to go,
death awaits me,
like i already know.

is it too late for change,
or are we just afraid of the consequences?

a godly figure,
you're oh-so-strong,
to others you're the biggest,
but i hated you all along,
you thought you meant something to me,
you were just a game i played,
so go to your peasants,
and make them think you saved the day.

and when you said
laughter is like a foreign language
i imagined that i was
teaching you how to
speak it

Isn’t it funny how
Earth, forged from the universe
Will die by our hands?

Turned to nothing
By just a phrase
Spoken from anger
When deep in rage
Told I was nothing
By my own blood
It hurts a little
But not too much