What if I can’t be what
you want me to be?
What if we have a lot of things
going on,
And some promises to
keep?
What if everything is
the way that it should be?
I never meant to cause
you all this grief.
I have this itching
inside of me,
That is scratching at
my seams.
I hope I can come
unattached from myself,
And I look back and
forget the past.
So what if we never get
out of this furnace?
Will we get out of this
little hell?
My best chips are lying
in front of you,
And my cards have all
been drawn.
So when we leave this
tragedy,
We can disconnect
ourselves,
And bury these so
called memories.
And this is my wooden
casket,
And my pain is all I
have in it.
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