fuck you for making me feel
i was numb and cold, and safe
away from caring or even love
and you led me outside my haven
repaired again, bridges i burnt
took me high, farther than before
and it's roots went deeper...
i tried to kill it before it began
and you kept replanting and growing
feeding off my numbness taking it
slowly i gave more to you
as i knew i shouldn't, yet powerless
i lost ground little by little
and now here i am....
rage fills my veins as i die again
your words cut deep into my soul
echos of the flames surround me
and once again i'm so fucking lost
my walls lay in shatters, bridges burnt
little strength left in this weary man
too little in fact to rebuild my solitude
it matters not, i'm beyond caring
thank you for everything,
and fuck you for making me feel...
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