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"So I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad
That I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad
No, I am no longer funny, 'cause I miss the way you laugh
You once called me forever, now you still can't call me back"
I once wore gold like armor,
but I shed it for ash and silence
I crave disaster and misery — it's all I've known how to bear.
So don’t blame me for wanting to drown,
To be buried beneath all this guilt.
I try and I try; it begins to get better,
Yet the shadow never truly lifts.
So I fall, and I fall,
Until even sorrow is no longer beneath me.
Oh, golden child — what would you see?
Would you hate me for becoming all you despise,
Or would you give me what I need?
Your strength. Your belief.
I lost everything in a war
Only you knew how to begin.
I cannot save you from your future…
But would you have saved me?
Or is this just what wisemen call destiny?
By Arista
