When you talk about it,
You never use the present tense,
But when you talk about me,
Do you still acknowledge that?
What I was,
Don't you think that I was one of you?
A different child hurting from the inside,
I suffered just as you once did,
But for me, the torment broke me.
I took the shards of what I was,
Don't you see that I'm not strong as you,
Can't you help me like you helped him through,
But no you can't because I,
I'm corrupt and maddened.
I'm so sick and tired,
Remembering the nothing I thought I was,
Until they shattered my old shell and,
Awakened me,
Took me from them,
Slaughtered like a lamb.
Oh, the torment broke me,
Insane and always wanting for,
What I can never have,
The strongest minds within you,
The steel-lined hearts that bind you,
The open souls you guard so fearfully,
The feelings, love, that I can never have.
Don't you think that I can hurt like you?
Feel pain like you both always do,
Feel want like you once used to,
Like I will always.
I once burned inside like you did,
Ached and broke and fractured,
Oh we all snapped under the pressure,
Only I was torn in two,
One for him and one for me,
But oh the torment broke me.
