I wish I could have written all of this when I'd thought of it.
It isn't your fault. You've done me no wrong.
You're not the one who hurt me.
You're not the one who built my brain out of bailing wire and screams.
Not the one who spun a heart of glass and dust
And you aren't the one who crashed one into the other until there is nothing left but wreckage.
You're not the one who hurt me.
You're not the one who built my brain out of bailing wire and screams.
Not the one who spun a heart of glass and dust
And you aren't the one who crashed one into the other until there is nothing left but wreckage.