You Can’t Love Me
My Love,
Lying in this bed I’ve made
There is nothing left to say
It's because of me that everything's this way
Regrets of the past, fears of the future
The guilt inside growing like a tumor
As the end creeps up, sooner and sooner
Slowly killing, the silent abuser
Pride lifts and puffs to heights above all
Until all that's left is the biggest of falls
Crashing and burning everything I once knew
Until all is ashes and I must begin anew
But where do I start? I have not changed
I’m still the same man, I’ve turned no page
The scars from the fall still scream my name
Yet I don't listen, waiting for a new game
Abandoned by all, I can see my plight
I always thought it would never happen twice
The pedestal broken, I want to submit
But my mind is the only unforgivable sin
It returns to what I was always trying to flee
Now just a shadow of everything I will never be
Only Cold, hard, shallow...empty.
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