I always healed myself wrong,
You were never the place I belong.
Most days I just want to survive,
I look for something to keep me alive.
I dated people I don't even love,
I spent nights praying for someone above.
I kissed people but never let them in,
I made them love me, but never show them my within.
I turned myself cruel and ripped my own heart.
They think they know me, but I'm an abstract piece of art.
I look in the mirror and I don't recognize what I see,
How can this be?

I was a storm and now I am a dead sea.
I was fire and now I am nothing but dead ashes.
Sometimes good people do bad things.
I always healed wrong
But for how long will this prolong?