And i keep fighting every fiber of my being
I hide the truth from every you i meet
Willingly they abide
To all my rules
To all my lies
I confide
I do as i please
Discerning a false vision that i keep painting
I am not your fool anymore.
I keep feeling them.
I keep fooling myself.
Heres to the memories,
The memories they'll keep me stored
I know all ill bring to them is a poisoned heart
They'll run away with a fire in their chest
Like the kind i got from you.
They pine for me
just as i mourn for you.
For the rest of my days i lie in sickness
The kind that heals
But only heals when you rot
When theres nothing but bone
Nothing but dust.