You are not coming home
You're only visiting mine
The path I've carved to the bone
With my blood and sweat
When you left me behind
We're expecting connections
From two dead cells
Yet there's not a flickering light
No prospective spark to find
I want the best of both worlds
Knowing I've driven you away
While coping with the anger and confusion That leads me astray
I don't need restitution.
I don't seek retribution.
Here I see no resolution.
Let there be no delusion.
Perhaps there's a part of me
That will always care
About what you think or how you feel
But honestly it's hard for me to be real
When the wounds never mutually heal
My heart is repealed
Until your story's revealed
Maybe when Hell freezes over
Or pigs grow wings and fly
Suffice to say
I've grown older
Fulfilled in my own ways
Chasing epiphanies and revolutions
I've become colder
Concealed in my own space
Now I've found the ideal solution
Simply (smile)
Give you an illusion
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 7:12 AM UTC
You are not coming home
You're only visiting mine
The path I've carved to the bone
With my blood and sweat
When you left me behind
We're expecting connections
From two dead cells
Yet there's not a flickering light
No prospective spark to find
I want the best of both worlds
Knowing I've driven you away
While coping with the anger and confusion That leads me astray
I don't need restitution.
I don't seek retribution.
Here I see no resolution.
Let there be no delusion.
Perhaps there's a part of me
That will always care
About what you think or how you feel
But honestly it's hard for me to be real
When the wounds never mutually heal
My heart is repealed
Until your story's revealed
Maybe when Hell freezes over
Or pigs grow wings and fly
Suffice to say
I've grown older
Fulfilled in my own ways
Chasing epiphanies and revolutions
I've become colder
Concealed in my own space
Now I've found the ideal solution
Simply (smile)
Give you an illusion
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