You hung yourself at the end of a tree.
Where you first planted the seed.
You watered it with your pain and grief.
It reached deep down to the roots.
And spread through the branches out to the leaves.
Where they fall back to the earth.
And sink down into the dirt.
The only person who was there was me.
But my hands where tied and I couldn't get free.
My eyes were glued shut, I didn't want to see.
What were we doing?
We were just going in circles.
And somehow you still blame me.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
You hung yourself at the end of a tree.
Where you first planted the seed.
You watered it with your pain and grief.
It reached deep down to the roots.
And spread through the branches out to the leaves.
Where they fall back to the earth.
And sink down into the dirt.
The only person who was there was me.
But my hands where tied and I couldn't get free.
My eyes were glued shut, I didn't want to see.
What were we doing?
We were just going in circles.
And somehow you still blame me.
We cause our own ruin.
