It'd be a lie if I told you I didn't miss you
It'd be a half truth if I told you I didn't diss you
Cause although my pain from what you did soars higher than a skyscraper
And the feeling I have spill out of me like molten metal from a gauntlet tipped onto it's shaper
I can't help.... The fact that I still protect you
And while you sit enjoying your life and your friends....
And while I sit alone in my house full of pins....
I wish you would realize.... All of your sins
Because anybody can hurt another...
But it takes talent to reach into the depths of the heart...
To grab hold of that part...
and squeeze it's hope out like that which can only be done by a lover....
And while I hurt more then ever
While my heart dangles from the place it use to be as if severed....
I still can't bring myself to blame you...
And though you lit the fire...
Which burned with such passion in my depths to soar ever higher
Ever farther than another has allowed me to soar
I can't help but see all these things that leave me sore
Leave me aching leave me yearning for that which I am deprived
Cause I can't handle the love in my heart for which I have strived
That wasted time which you stole from me like a robber
Churns with my emotions..... Causing them to run wild as I try to hold them back with a stopper....
Yet our love was like overflowing dinner
While you were the pot with the fire underneath...
I expanded from the fire you set for me...
So I guess it makes sense that while you stay sturn
I fell into your fire..... Only to burn
-BiasNarrative
Do you understand your keys?
