The World is Gray and Other Truthful Lies

Part: All Too Well (faith's version)

I remember you,

the way I remember February,

the way I remember 19,

the way I remember porcelain bowls against my skin.

There was us,

and you found me broken.

You said you'd put me together,

but instead you pulled the fabric

by the tethers

until I unraveled.

I remember your smile,

your yellow eyes,

I remember being young.

Too young.

But you were there with a serpents tone,

breaking my will,

until I was bones.

I remember it,

your hand on my thigh,

the grin when you twisted the skin.

I remember it all too well.

And your father was so proud of you,

but all I remember was hunger,

skipping meals.

And I was thinking, anytime now,

He'll say I'm beautiful,

But all I got was pain.

I know we're done,

but there I am again,

staring at the food in the refrigerator light,

but you were there,

I remember it all too well.

And there I was again,

burying my twin flame,

crying like child,

but you sneered in my ear,

and said I was vile.

I remember it all too well.

So cold and reserved,

but I was crying on his grave,

and you said 'I'd be fine'

Then three months gone,

and no matter how I try,

I don't remember it all too well.

Because I was withered,

and I had lost my soul.

Now you tell me I've lost my innocence,

because you remember I'm better than you,

all too well.

You were there,

you were scared.

Just between us did you know what you did?

To the girl who lost her soul?

Because I remember it all too well.

Just between us I remember

the skipped meals,

the verbal bruises no one could see,

the graveyard,

all too well.