After the months have died,
The sorrow poisons my mind,
Corrupting me into something I hate,
So the old me is lost to find.
Sorry casted a spell on me,
Magicked me to lose my head,
It forced me to drink it's pain,
"Apathy is what you need," it said.
Dreams settle in the past,
Of a girl with strength and will,
She held the joy of a lover,
But her darker half came out to kill [her].
Sorrow was left to blame,
It conjured up the intolerable strife,
To bring out the dangerous half,
So the girl fled for fear of her life.
And now when everything can be lost,
The girl struggles to get free,
The other half laughs and chains her more,
But I'm still fighting to be me [again].
