I hear you
So dont you say another word
Here you are standing there crushing yourself
Im near you
But my eyes see a different world
Now here you are, standing there
Breaking my heart as youre crushing yourself

Now lately youve been painting on the walls with the black fire you lit
Then you call it your mirror
And then you hate it
And then you spit on it

Sorry youre not a god
Now every thought you feel within turning into flames
So hold your breath cause all I can smell is ashes
Sorry but youre not god

I hear you
But I cant recognize even a sentence as truth
Who lit that black flame into your heart
And Im near you
But my words land far from your heart
You turn your back and I dont know where to start

But lately youve been painting on the wall with the black fire you lit
And its a lie and I hate it
Still you think it is you
And you keep it

Sorry youre not a god

Sister Im sorry but its not your call
To create a lying image of yourself

But there is hope sister

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