and I know words can’t describe
what I feel for you, but writing it out
is the only way I can handle it all
the paper is the chance to be known
and the pen is the voice I never had

words can’t describe what I lived
the hell of getting through it
or the heaven that was at the end
but it is enough for it to finally feel real

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