What do you want from me?
Closure from the void swallowing your ego and your tragedy
Do you need a moment or a mile to walk this familiar forgotten path?
Or perhaps is it my voice you seek to hear in this blackening hurricane of hurt
Should I forgive and forget
I think not for I do not seek to appease you
But rather to be free of you and your mind games
Because all you have to offer is stress and fresh scars
So get your bags and go