Creation imperfect
Do you defy this?
Could you and your swollen ego fit
Into my master plan for failure?
I take the shame to heart
Lock it away in a
Place that sees not the
Light of day
I will use it
When I see your face again
Your head in your hands and this is my cue
If three words could heal you, I'd only speak two
Your eyelids grow heavy and this is my cue
If three words could heal you, I'd only speak two
How could you think that after all you put me through
And all you put on my shoulders
That I would answer
Your cries for help?
How could you think after all you put me through
And all you put on my shoulders
That I would answer
Your cries for help?
Unleash the rage built up (in my throat)
Show you how you hurt me
And hopefully you see
You have the power
To destroy
My will to live