I sang a song that was never mine to sing
And you wrote a story that was never yours to write
We were both thieves
But you were more skilled
Because while you stole my heart
I was incapable of even touching yours

So many cords..
All tangled.
This was you
And I didn't know where to start from to set you free

The moon turned it's eye when we hid to kiss
While the sun would blare it's rays in a dance for us
And how the stars would applaud when we made love

I have made a home in your home
But only because you took me away from mine

I've been sprouting
Trying to lift myself from the ground

I've been trampled on
And I have lost leaves

But I'm still sprouting
Lifting myself from the ground

My soil is craving revenge
Yet I should be happy

I want to be whole again
And the hate eating me inside is stopping that