These things which I so often wonder
This need to create myself
Frustration forgotten through slumber
It's there when I wake
Defeated before I rise
I'd pull myself out of his mire
If I could collect my strength
Or muster an ounce of desire
Finding the words, and making them mine
Is there somewhere
I could separate this feeling from memory
Disconnect myself from me?
Desire inside to mistreat you
It pushes words out of my mouth
This cyclical pattern I feed you
The back and forth, and up and down
But still here you are
Behind this veil of pious revelation
I'll close my eyes and look for worth inside
I don't deserve you
Relinquishing hope for the future
I try not to hate it so
But you are a bridge to those memories
I try to forget, if you only knew
This need to create myself
Frustration forgotten through slumber
It's there when I wake
Defeated before I rise
I'd pull myself out of his mire
If I could collect my strength
Or muster an ounce of desire
Finding the words, and making them mine
Is there somewhere
I could separate this feeling from memory
Disconnect myself from me?
Desire inside to mistreat you
It pushes words out of my mouth
This cyclical pattern I feed you
The back and forth, and up and down
But still here you are
Behind this veil of pious revelation
I'll close my eyes and look for worth inside
I don't deserve you
Relinquishing hope for the future
I try not to hate it so
But you are a bridge to those memories
I try to forget, if you only knew
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