pool of chains right behind me
behind terrified eyes and bloodied knees
I’m afraid, I’m afraid of reliving
Would trade this horror for anything!
just a dream they tell me – UNREAL
well, how do your cold hands feel?
and I should know, I should know
that they are much too cold!
I thought you’d stay, I thought you’d say
that you’d be with me the whole way
and you disappeared, you disappeared
until I saw you again
blood by now mostly smeared
and let me tell you
it hurts to forgive too late
nostalgia trip, what a laugh, really
like there’s anything I want to see again
cherry blossoms and guillotines
oh, the lovely memories
CHILDHOOD, WHAT A BLUR, ASIDE FROM THE THINGS THAT STOOD OUT
ALL THE SKELETONS IN MY CLOSET HAVE BROKEN BONES