I can be anything you ask of me to be
A stab in the back, a severer of heartstrings
If that’s what you need to help you relax
I’ve been the one on your end, lord it’s frightening
Feeling attacked by nearly everything
When we were young all this felt so unimportant
But then we grew up, I guess
now...
Its easier to be
Cut off and lonely
Than prone and free
I don’t know what to say
I’m at a loss for words when talking to myself
About how we change seemingly by instinct
The desperate crawl and scour the planes
Hoping to find someone as wounded as themselves
To conquer and claim or be taken in defeat
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