Rip me apart; make sure you sew me back up
I’ll believe I’m complete and blissfully forget
All the scars in my skin from when I tore
When all my blood spilled staining my heart
Were you the interceptor or the deliverer?
Did I intend to throw you back?
Was it you who hurt me so much, so many times?
Or am I imagining a fate worse than my own?
My mind works too much
My body’s packing in
My own suffering eyes see what has caused the confusion
A muddle, pandemonium as I stumble
Through the shambles, sign posts long gone
I’m hoping for a sign that it’s safe to go home
