All i have left to drink,
Is this bottle anger,
Left in here are feelings,
Like I’m never quite enough.
This kind of lie,
Can’t be forgotten like
Your blood just can’t be spilled.
Over my hands. can we start again?
All I have left to breathe,
Are these fumes of a fire,
Left here in the feelings,
Like I’m never gonna be enough,
This kind of life,
Can’t be foreshadowed,
Like a spider web yet to be spun,
In your head, can we start again?
All I have left to be,
Is this shadow of danger,
Left in here as the makings,
Of a tiger left in its cage,
But you got lonely,
Like you tend to,
When I’m nowhere to be found,
In my head, we can’t start again.
All I have left to leave,
Is this shell of a monster,
Lay here in the makings,
Of a habit you’ve yet to make,
And soon you’ll beat me,
Like you want to,
Don’t strand me on an island,
Of my own. We can’t start again.
