The vigor in my soul won't stand for this anymore. The potency that is my being is far ruin. Far from silenced And far from death. With Severed legs I'd walk with intent to prosper.
Avoid the mirror lest I break it.. With the stone that serves as my heart.. Accept this pretty package named friend.. Except this it entails love.. . Not so attractive anymore..
I have to let you die.. I have to let you fade.. So spare me the male accusations.. I would have told you those things you wanted to hear. . And I would have cared.