Memories hanging by a thread
I'm contemplating
Remember nothing you have said
It's how I'm escaping
Every tear that I have shed
Made you feel nothing
You always said I overact
But I was surviving
You're dead to me, don't want apologies
You don't get what you've done to me
Epiphany will be the death of me
This is not the thing I wanna be
Only darkness in my mind
Can hear the shadows
Hating everything I find
Drowning in the echoes
And in the end
I'll fight alone
And reclaim the pieces that you've broke
You're dead to me, don't want apologies
You don't get what you've done to me
Epiphany will be the death of me
This is not the thing I wanna be
Hate when you're stepping into my zone
There are things that I should have known
Need space to heal, I need some time alone
Facing truths that cut to the bone