Resenting what pain made me.
I let myself down, that's a hole too whole to plug.
Residing within the shattered bonds of a lost first and last love.
I sat in the hurt's wake, naive to think that this weak heart would hold me. 
This muscle's empty chambers, full of secrets I can't keep. 
But yet I have to. 
The pad reflects you. 
The Heaven God stripped from me, for dancing with iniquity.
The "I tried to warn you" lessons.
The ink bleeds like blood from my wounded soul.
Lost hold of the dreams I wouldnt never know. 
Felt the pain of the severed ties. 
Too tethered unwisely. 
Recovery from the fall is suprisingly hard, 
relying solely on time passed.
And the light of better friends that I outlasted. 
All of which shaped me into a master of self hate and manipulating the ones around me. 

And pondering my worthy.

All whilst the light in me quit.

So tell me a sin I didn't commit.
Watching my spirit tumbling off the limestone cliff face.
The demons yell whaddup twin, wading in Black Bay's surf wake.
I'm steeping inside of the mess that we made.
All the habits we never could quit.
Apricity breaking the trance that i'm in.
Loosened winter's stricr grip 

Left by pains indelible print. 
My spirit's shaking within
I'm growing through all the defeat, sitting silent in windows (win though)