You hate to see my ship sail once again,
You hate to see my hand holding another pen,
You hate to see me smiling with my eyes out,
You hate to see me being cradled by a hush and not a shout.
Keep on telling people I was the same polaroid,
Roasted by the blames, didn't I filled any void?
Life went on and you were left alone,
Signals of hate lives on your phone.
Railway spine is visible in my mattress,
Your system wasn't reached by forgiveness,
Badly marked by your words, my skin's in swell,
Don't tell people, I was your all too well.
Rotted chances that can't stay out of your head,
Six-feet-under sacrifices that weakens the posts of your bed,
You can't live your life creating made-up stories,
Move-on, so you can be free with miseries.
