I can’t take it, this will that keeps me in;
It hurts me, lies to me, and I let it win.
A bang becomes a siren for the bad things to come.
Flashing in my memories of all the things you have done.
The anger, the fear; it soon marries itself all into one.
Until the only thing I can feel is the impulse for me to run.
You don’t stand for me anymore but the scars have never truly healed.
You will be with me all my life, I will never truly leave.
As much as I don’t want to think, or see, or hear you.
The flashes keep coming to me every day of the hell you turned us into.