If hindsight is 20/20, how is your vision still so bad?
Can you really peer out into the past and not recognize the hand in your destruction is yours?
You have the self-awareness of a peanut
And I feel like even that is cruel to peanuts

I’ve never met someone so pleased to live amongst broken things
A spoiled brat delighting in the mess you’ve made
All too happy to let everyone else clean up
Lacking the kindness for even the smallest apologies

You would rather blow up your fences then mend them
And yet you whine at all your loneliness
No one understands you, when really, we see you all too well
It’s you that’s living with a funhouse mirror

Maybe you could be happy if you healed instead of picking at open wounds
You are not strong for staying trapped in the cage you made
Begging us all for the keys, but you’re the mastermind
Manipulating everything so that nothing is your fault

Will you be content on your island of ashes?
Spouting your venom only for yourself
I hope you can heal
I hope you can grow

But more than hopes, I have fear
Fear it’s too late dear
I can’t want more for you then you want for yourself
Can’t heal for you

I can’t