Didn't I tell you in the beginning?
That with you, I could make our life's worth living?
I told you, no I warned you of how much I cared,
That my love was a curse, seldom shared.
If you, I became invested,
I knew right then, in the end I'd be bested.
For the problem was not of my heart.
It would never have been that part.
It was of your own.
I wished your love wouldn't have been but a loan.
It was not of my heart,
It was of your own,
Yours was just a loan.
But that's okay,
Because this has happened before
And not much has changed
It's all the same.
Its all the same.
Not much has changed,
It's all the same.
But il go,
Alone.
And let the memories of you,
Gnaw at my bones.
And then,
When I'm all but hollow,
And there's nothing left of me to follow
I will try again.
I will try again,
When I'm all but hollow,
And there's nothing left of me to follow,
I will try again,
And when the memories of you
Have dissolved my bones,
My skin will no longer have a stable home,
And then my flesh will resemble my soul.
A shell hollow, and all alone

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