It's so warm in this nest, I don't want to depart
It's splintering cold out there.

the word sorry has pierced my heart
and left me bleeding
you  have hurt me more times
than sorry can redeem
from the depth of my sorrow
i wallow with regrets of trusting you

i have tried loving you but
ended being tied by you
your deceitful charm have poisoned
my heart black
i have patiently waited for you to change
but you have changed me to your patient
the betrayal has just made me so sick

with ***** hands you have crushed
my pure heart
and made me  poor
i can't even afford a heartbeat
eternal ache is what is beating in the hollow
of my empty chest
you have murdered trust
and made me orphan and a beggar
begging for love to die

I make a living, by farming and grit.
I make a living on crud and spit
Spit into the hands
Dirt on the shoe
A farmers hand playing the farmer blues.

You were an architect to my fears
Knew the walls that would cave in on me
the corners I sought shelter in
Built cathedrals out of my vices
Monuments for my shortcomings
Raised cities, lined the streets with my body
Named the neighborhoods after the parts of me
I wished to forget
All the good in me is timber inside a burning building
Making ashes of the man I once took pride in being,
You hold all the blueprints,
Know my alleyways and sewers,
The backstreets and corners that make my chest,
I have no more steel to make this foundation stable again.