are you looking
to save me—
or just trying
to betray me?
beyond that crooked smile,
i see the cracks,
the lies.
paint me a picture
of my future,
show me how you fracture
and divide.
your words from a past life
cut clean like a knife—
tell me,
when did you
ever think you were right?
'cause all you do
is ruin my life.
lay it to rest.
let it die.
i’m not falling
for this fight.
i can only imagine
the day you move past it
in another life.
and maybe then
you’ll see the light.
are you looking
to save me—
or to save
yourself?
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 3:42 AM UTC
are you looking
to save me—
or just trying
to betray me?
beyond that crooked smile,
i see the cracks,
the lies.
paint me a picture
of my future,
show me how you fracture
and divide.
your words from a past life
cut clean like a knife—
tell me,
when did you
ever think you were right?
'cause all you do
is ruin my life.
lay it to rest.
let it die.
i’m not falling
for this fight.
i can only imagine
the day you move past it
in another life.
and maybe then
you’ll see the light.
are you looking
to save me—
or to save
yourself?
Written under the echo of Hollywood Undead’s “Salvation.”
Sometimes saving someone means losing yourself first.
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