pastel death from somewhere secret by enchantments

what if i were not who you thought i was?
what if i never came back again?
eyes wide open and glued to the floor
hands reach forward and get stuck in the door again

weve been here before
i remember the look on your face
cuz i tried to forget but it still takes up space in my head
you remind me of the guilt and the shame
and how i couldnt cry when everything fell into place

days drift by but its all the same
youre still stuck on who you wanna blame, and for what?

im sick of your shit to be honest
im done with self hatred
ive accepted the days weeks and years that ive wasted
its hard to believe anything could be sacred
when every passing second is a new fabrication
and im just over the unending questions that circle my head
what will they say?
what will they think and not say?
i dont know, i dont care cuz im ready to lose it all for good

• Pop
• White Plains