we aren't survivors
we are what's left
your abuse and neglect my siblings
and now my constant companions
perhaps there was some ancient pain you were trying to flood
some endless debt
some well long dry you were trying to renew
called 'youth' 'beauty' 'careless freedom'
we're the innocent bystanders
we are the wreckage that remains
the left overs
I roam the wastelands of my heart
there is neither foundation nor effigy
we aren't survivors
we are what's left
