Walk away from the aftermath

The residue of raw emotion that you always leave behind

Run away. Leave today. Spare the people in your path

Spare yourself the shame


When the blood that's on your hands becomes the blood that's in them

You're to blame. That's your prerogative.


It doesn't mean he is out to hurt the ones he knows

They're just the box that's built around him not expanding as he grows

He doesn't see that he's the one who is shattered by these broken dreams


Chorus x2