I could wish you harm, I could hope you suffer hard But all that that would bring you is pity From other people's words, that you don't really deserve So I'd rather make you live with it like me Soul crushing disappointment and decay? Broken hearted self-abuse? No reason to dismay "You know this was bound to happen either way" (And it would be so easy to let all this define me) Spent a bit of time trying to read between the lines Trying to figure out the awful fucking scene But there's nothing really left, there's no reason to reflect On the outcome cause it's just too hard to see A future not consumed by apathy When a song won't make it better But you sing it every day You learn the only closure is the closure that you take Excess investigation of my weakness and my flaws Without a single introspection into what you did, or yours This is a war And it would be so easy to let all this define me Internalise identities that you created just for me Wasted all this time together Fuck it, I'll stay dead forever Am I losing all my sense or is this a consequence? You fucking bet