Witness: The Song

This is the song I wish I never had to write
This here is the buried moment coming back to life
These internal journals scribble out "I told you so's"
And return to sender envelopes that had a soul enclosed
I was just a child, and she was just a shell
And whether that was true or not, it's what i tell myself
As I'm running my fingers, through the echo of her whispers
Engraving a stable frame of mind to let go of her pictures
Twelve steps never felt like twenty four before
Somewhere in that inner corridor you know that I support your
War/wore your strategically positioned wristsbands just to cover that resistance
And after the exit, the pressure never relinquished
As i tried to hurt a person that wasn't there to begin with
"Nice to meet you"
"Where you from?"
Meet me halfway again back at square one
I haven't seen you in years, you haven't seen you in years
You seem to appear between a demeaning venier of tears
While dreaming in fear of waking, navigating a plot
With less twists, better endings and the hero has a job
Instead of volunteering as your full time door mat
You left me on the porch, uninformed of the forecast
I still feel it, the arch of your feet, the shape of your shoulder blades
And the marks from your teeth
I feel sick, I feel guilty, writing songs from self pity
But there might be someone listening who went through hell with me
If we, if you, chisel your niche in this forsaken place
I'll know the job is done, congratulate and make my way
But as the morning sun kisses the frost on my window pane
I'll wake up to a cup of limbo wishing things were the same
Those emo kids are lying when they act like love is John Hughes movie, so don't listen
My kindred spirit lingers to haunt as an apparition
But don't get it twisted, cause I consider it painful
Trying to glue together all the feathers of a fallen angel
Brainful of dusty momentos, I'll sweep the wreckage
And begin to fall asleep while the world eats breakfast
It's best if, we pretend that we're friends and this didn't matter
With intentions of ignoring the broken rungs on the ladder
You smothered me with your deliberate subtlety and by the time
I read the SOS you discovered recovery
You painted faint pictures with your drawing in vein
But I had to break a dollar just to notice the change
My young skin toughened with exposure to cold truth
For that I'm grateful, too bad I never got to know you
(This ain't a pathos piece, this is merely shedding old skin to a snare)
This is the song I wish i never had to write
This here is a buried moment coming back to life
These internal journals scribble out "I told you so's"
And return to sender envelopes that had my soul enclosed
I was just child, and she was just a shell....