Years of nothing and of holding on have now been ripped apart
All thanks to you.
The same familiar urges of too much blood in these veins
And the sweet intoxication of that release has left me breathless
And gasping for air, so I may one day find my place.
Tears rolled down my cheeks like acid in an open wound,
And all the walls I built fell down to dust...
It is true what they said about my dirt kingdom- keep it.
I don't want it anymore.
The voice inside my head brags about telling me
And the angel by my side watches me worried- again...
My anchor to the world has been released and for the first time in a long time,
I felt much better.
I said I wouldn't fall, and wouldn't hurt myself,
I promised it to love and life itself...
And in his arms I sat and fell apart, sown at its seams by such an amateur.
Now with my phone in hand, I struggle for an answer,
The will inside of me to make that call...
To tell him I adore him, to keep him strong,
Because my biggest fear is losing him.
No dog or mutt could ever compensate,
My best friend's need of me to keep us whole...
And I failed him now, like I failed him then
And now my wrists wear sings of battle wounds.
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