All the things I've trusted in are dying,
Each fortress I used to run to
Now filled with traps and mines.
Everyone I lived for is killing me,
The reason I felt joy in the first place
Doubles as my disease, my plauge.
If you weren't so fucking perfect
Maybe I could let go of this
Let go of you,
Let go of how ridiculously fucking happy you made me
Of how incredibly worthless I've become.
All because of You.
I've watched walls crack apart
Walls that I assumed would be around forever.
Walls I built myself into to create,
To save, to cement into this life.
And now I'm coming to the sick, sad, horrifying realization
That I would throw it all away
If you could turn around one more time.
If I could mean anything at all
If there was even a chance
Of a chance
Of a chance.
I've got to hand it to you, sweetheart
You've made the the happiest,