Afterthought

I nolongerhavethingsthat make me happy I am nolongerme I feel I'm the sum of all myworstqualities Hold thewordsto your lips,wouldyou say it differently Once promised, and prideful Now just an afterthought A game we play ofspiralingpremise I am not your friend Could youerasethe remains And feelsorrowfor it I wouldn'tblameyou I am not your burden There is no redemption, I've made my peace Tosufferincornersthose ofwhichyouneversee To be forgotten, was I ever here The lack ofmemoriesseem frightening There is no display I am no museum Thesoulsof myidolswalkthroughme All I cangraspis envy You are my maker You are my master Roll up myfleshand make me better You are my calling You are my witness Roll up myfleshand make me better