clash

I crave

My eyes to be clawed out

My ears to be impaired

My heart to be ceased

The children to stop

The children to stop

The children to stop

I loathe what I once was

I loathe what they are now

I loathe this experience 

But now it's over

But now it’s done

But now it’s calm

They’ve moved on

I’ve moved on

We’ve moved on