It sat there and rotted, it tattered itself away.
All the lies...
All that couldn't compromise.
A hand held out with nails, waiting to grip.
The thoughts that always failed.
They're coming back to me.
They are haunting me.
The lights burnt out, and something was nothing, no more.
Is all of this pointless, or are the words too hard to say.
Do you need to be on something to fuck yourself away?!
Yesterday was something, nothing is today.
You told me that you loved me.
You told me that you cared.
You pulled me into your arms.
You took the pure away.