They lift your affection as a weapon,
Your love as a charm.
They hold first place, you are the vessel that is second.
This is normality, so it comes in no alarm.
Tears shed, blood spilt, and bandaged wounds
You lift them up in their falls, wipe the dirt off their knees,
You carry their load alone, you cover what is bruised
And they won't even stop to hear your pleas
Breathe. In and out, coughing up the love they gave you,
It was poison after all, and it's already infiltrated,
You try to look for something beautiful, some blessed truth
But the sound of a million screams after they broke you stays reverberated.
Leave, finally summon the courage.
But you can't, they come back, to abuse you some more,
And gladly you hold that baggage.
Are you done? May I go? Can I walk out this door?
Let me be, I'm that weeping willow,
Who was cried enough, and has lost her God,
Over someone stubborn, hurtful, and shallow
With a war that I thought was worth it and I've fought.
Enough is enough, and I can't hold it down,
You raise your eyes and you act so proud
You played the game and I'm the one that lost everything
You said you changed your ways, and then the pain became excruciating.
And I'm so naive to believe so I tried.
You'd give it up any the second that you might.
Now it's not enough to say that I hate you.
I regret you. I pity you. And most of all, what we had wasn't true.
Now how's that for the finale.
