The pain lies deep in the foundation Where walls and boards cover it So nobody sees the inside Where the monsters hide The part of yourself nobody can see The clawing sensation to be better Cause you never can grow up You can never turn into a butterfly When you have that inside of you The deep feeling Not quite calm but not angry or painful Maybe you’re paranoid But the weight in your stomach It’s lifted You can see the surface But always get pulled back down So you don’t have to Painstakingly lay the house back Brick by brick You can tell someone You could share the secret But you always get pulled back D O W N And though you protest The walls get built And torn down And built again And you get buried Back up The walls never fall down Why should they anyway? -the house
Sorry doesn’t matter anymore If it did then we wouldn’t be here, me waiting for you to confess about sins you committed. The people you’re damaging in more than one way. The bittersweet sting of the words “I'm done” as you say it over and over in the deep husky tone that you use, it says “I don’t care” easily but you have to speak and speak and speak it again. Sorry doesn’t carry. It doesn’t make up for all the pain. It never will, when will your idiot self learn that? Sorry doesn’t matter Just close the door on your way out -sorry doesn’t matter
