Is this my consequence, for me being born, being too imperfect for your precious eyes.
Is this my consequence, because no matter what I did, it would never be good enough to be touched by the same gorgeous hands that caressed my cheeks when you said you'd always be there, always be there to hold me tight, talk with me all night.
Is this my consequence, because you loved my most flawed flaws.
My banged up hands that you would hold, smile at me and say
You're gorgeous.
The very words that made my insides flip and turn
And as I write this it just leaves that stinging memory.
Oh yes my dear, my insides are flipping and turning, but only this time they flip and turn in the wrong directions that make me unable to breathe, and make me want to join you where you are...

But you such an angel, bet you joined 'em up there.
How 'bout me
I'll stay here in hell,
I mean on Earth and just burn from the fire you started in my me and left unextinguished.
Not even a swim in the deepest ocean will cool me down

I was your consequence...
Until you left
Now your absence is my consequence