oven from meadmouth by (EM)

nothing i can do (for you)
is an absolute
if i ever even chose
whether wasting worry
is a win or lose

what do you have to prove
you sinew in and out of my view
my muscles mangled
i'm not moving (for you)

no worth in
losing pride
pretending to try
tired of sacrifices
made in stride
i can't hear you crying

now i find myself calling (you)
three in the morning
my will is eroding
my recollection of our collapse
is fading fast

i hear confusion in your voice
do you regret your former choice?
to send me out into the cold
well, the love you bought has been sold

(no worth in...)

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