Do you hold the world in your hands or is it just your grip on my heart?
Because the strings you’re pulling are
tearing my Earth apart.
I may not be the only to realize that you’ve let me down,
because archangels know something’s wrong when my resting face is a frown.
The stones may try their best to repel negative light,
but how can I trust something I care about when you control my world with spite.
With your chains on my legs you have full control.
I’m told to forgive but I can’t forget what you stole.
They may have not been of value to you but they were to me.
From privacy to confidence and even my right to be free.
The planet has fallen away from my feet, the crystals have shattered.
The only real question is did I even matter?
To you? To me? What’s the difference?
We both hate myself now,
just before this, one of us didn’t.