Now,
when the words of what happened
have been repeated and deleted
and spread and force fed
I wonder
did you ever stop to think that I didnt give a crap
about what song we'd have played to commemorate that day
when we gave ourselves to the cause
of never ending missions
trust me
I could fly away on the wind if it'd let me
sink into the sea if I could breath underneath the surface
you get it?
I cant let this place take over me
the need to breath is pressing every part of my heart
it's not too late
you could even come with me
but I won't stay here, I won't
Not even for you
You've ignored the promise
like a dancer that has no appendages
accepting to let it be
tamed in the way that they wanted
and they got it.