I was trying to go easy,
But you never were the kind.
I ripped off the tourniquet
But you never were so blind.
I put you on a pedestal.
Put you there to shine.
Now you're burnt out
And you're burning down your shrine.
Everything we could have been,
Everything we were,
Is left now, abandoned
And it's begging at the door.
But you don't ever listen,
And now you just don't see
That everything you've done
Has gone and eradicated me.


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