Consequence don’t make no sense when looking back at me, a victim of this circumstance and the pictures that you see
Flickering images burn too bright, a life that’s long outlived, cutting words designed to strip the core from the real
Navigate the very crux of plausibility, hoping for no more bitter taste, underhanded compliments riding breath we should not waste
Vicious barbs sink hooks like teeth, never reaching release, buried tethered, contain the violence that lies beneath
In the end, you bend, I break
And that’s always how this was going to be
