At this point I’m not sure who I’m forgiving;
if it’s me or them. But I’m the ones who’s living
with the scars that they drew on my mind.
The ones that prevent me from talking right
The ones that left me with fragments I’ll never bind
The ones that keep me from ever seeing the light.
Sometimes I believe I brought this on myself,
I knew I was looking in the wrong place,
But I’d put my pride upon the shelf.
The moment they wrapped me in lust and lace,
I thought I was feeling real, pure love.
How could I ever be so ******* dumb?
My dark haze led me to do things I never would’ve.
To the abuse and decay, I was numb