Where do we begin to tell you it's all wrong

To break your spirit and kill your soul

It's so unclear If I try to heal it or stay away

Where do we even begin

To show you it's all a myth

And burn the pages in this

Facsimile that we live

I've never been one to digress

Never been one that they'd miss

If this is death, I want to be released in it

Tell me it's not the truth

I mean nothing to you

I've been watching as

You waltzed with wounds that ensued

But you won't stay the fuck away

Now I can't distinguish this from anything relinquishing

The pain, it's keeping me

I'm tempted to dilute the seas with crimson haze

The waves like blades will sway into the

face of all the ones that stay around me

Even when I finally think I've come to

the point of self growth and perseverance

I let all the hard work accomplished fall right

through the very hands that labored for the cause

I don't think I can do it anymore

Where do we even begin? (I don't think I can be this person)

Where do we even begin?

(That paints a happy face every agonizingly miserable day)

Where do we even begin?

(Just a puppet to be pulled through dirt and hardship with nothing to be earned in return but dismay and angst)

Where do we even begin? (Asphyxiating every day under reminders of the way I used to behave)

Where do we even begin? (The way I used to be brave)

(I often wonder what things would have possibly been like)

Where do we even begin?

(What could have been the right decisions?)

(I should know this and I should have listened to the warnings)

Where do we even begin?

(You've given me, but I just couldn't help it)

(And you)

Where do we even begin to bring realization to

the eyeless roamer? (Couldn't help yourself)