i am not soft i am not kind i am not the petals of this flower because i am brutal in all the wrong ways
and if I was someone else i would beg forgiveness from above but all i can do is laugh at the punishment to come
in a room darker than dried blood in a life quieter than a tomb i cant help but see the stars as something else to guide me wrong i cant help but see you as someone else who wants me gone
and maybe its not right maybe the shadow is a tree and maybe love is a breeze but i have only ever been hurt and i have only ever been burnt