Anger at the end of the tale.
Anger outside of the lines.
I know you can't do it and neither can I.
But hell, we might as well give it a try.
I sensed that you were not able.
I dreamt of you much of the time.
And in person you smiled, and in words you tried.
To convince me that it would be fine.
But I could tell what was coming.
I watched all the sparks as they died.
But as the fire went out, I could help but feel maybe just a little bit surprised.
I hated you for knowing that I was nothing but skin.
And bones and faith and a little bit of heart.
A shell of what might have been.
I lashed out with my fingers.
I pointed them with my tongue.
At what I knew was destined to never never ever come.
I spoke words of poison.
I gave guilt with my fingers and my hands.
And put judgement on who I thought was wrong.
But the mirror showed the only guilty one.
And I am on the outside.
I am now without a home.
Because my scars are deeper than yours, I am forced to always walk alone.
But the end of the tunnel looks bright.
And I just might not be at the end of the road.

Lyrics submitted by ThisCatharsis

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