Puppets 2 (The Rain)

I'm still not fucking over it

You play like violins in a broken fucking symphony

And I know this hurts for you, but I have no fucking sympathy

Infectious cold, I've spent living with neglect

Yet I still can't let you go, and I'm still not fucking over it

I know my suffering's what keeps you alive

And I know you fucking love it

6 years I fell for this love disguised in fucking misery

My sinking ship, will you be the fucking death of me?

You breathe only in withered lies, your perversion of distrust

Now another full length down and we're still not fucking over this

And when your eyes become the looking glass

Through which only reflect the fucking past

Conceived in poignant everlasting despair

You fell in love with the evil that you bare

I can't forgive, I won't forget

This dream was ours but you ripped it to shreds

There's no escape, I can't reflect

The distance kills me, but your presence's a threat

I will stay with you and cut right through

Through the essence of all that once was "like new"

Out of place but you turned away

Leaving nothing but the mess that you made

You traded everything for a life of broken promises

At 23, I've fallen out when you left me with this bitterness

A frame of glass and a love that's built on sorrow

Is a see through coffin for a heart that beats so hollow

I know this eats you alive

That which doesn't kill you just fucks with your mind

For too long I have lived just another slave, bound by your torment

But I'm not afraid anymore

I am not your fucking puppet

The snow has has turned to rain, and now I hope you're fucking happy

6 years I fell for this dead look on your face

When the rain has washed away, what will be underneath?

A midnight breeze of chilled unease, when we began amiss

The haunting scent of Autumn makes a scornful heart resist

A longing bliss in carnal stints of thighs gracing betwixt your hips

The harvest moon drapes aloft these graven, tattered crypts

Please just let me let you go

And kiss this life from my lips

To show me a love not even death can resist

I am the boy with a thorn in his side

And I'm still not fucking over it