Part 2 - Crywank

I will often hold the doubt that I’m the bad one

Accused of playing a victim of your love

I can call this home, but it isn’t where my heart is

Do I paint you as a demon, out of shit and blood?

I am trying hard, you act like this is effortless

It’s hard when you call your limbs the things we mutually bought

I find emotive scales exciting and frightening

But my emotive scales contract viruses of thought

I have chosen this lonely freedom

Let’s hope that it works out for the both of us

I’m a sorry sap, forever stunted ox confirmed

Your flabbergasted film speech finding the words that hurt

You say you were born broken and don’t know how to love

I think I do agree, that’s why I’ve had enough