I’ve listened to your explanations
Your thoughts, your advise, your abberations

I’ve fought, I’ve winced, I’ve sunken so low
Your perpetual words won’t let me grow

You are the infection
Of an erroneous perception

That consumes me with guilt
And forces walls between us built

Avoidance could be the solution
To your incessant pollution

But this would be a coward’s measure
A method of only temporary pleasure

That leads to the harshest dissipation
A circle moving towards the same situation

The road ahead is dark and tangled
My heart is torn, broken and mangled

You came to me for absolution
But the time has come for a revolution

Normalcy was never the goal
All that is desired is peace of the soul