eyes open to the morning's sun, but it's not easy waking up
when everything you want to live for stayed behind in your dreams (avoiding your reality)
and it's funny, all the things that i hate in you
are the very things that i hate in me
they haunt me like a sickness
and shadow my every thought
i'd cut them off
and i'd carve you out
but my blade is dull and bloody
and theres no strength left to remove
just skin to hide a broken man who's enslaved to you
cut off from stability and stripped of motivation
shackled to your remnant, servant to a ghost
you are gone, i am alone
yet i still feel your presence
i hear your voice ringing out
with such clarity
and in the silence it becomes so deafening
i can't take it anymore
pen and paper intertwine
only your name appears
i retreat into my mind
only to find you here
i can't escape (there's no where left to run)
there's no escaping this
i'll cut you out
i swear it, i swear it
i'll cut you out