You, Oh You...
Though I Say It, I Might...
Reconcile The Pieces
Of Your Tormented Mind
The Self-Hatred You Harbor
The Pity You Paint
Are The Fabrics Of You
I So Desperately Hate.
You Wear It Like Garment
Draped 'Round Your Frame
Oh, You Want Me To Notice
Be Some Saviour Of Grace
The Weight That You Carry
Like Baggage, You've Claimed
Now Follow You Everywhere
You're Projecting Your Pain
On To People, On Objects
On Your Loved Ones Alike
So Your Loads Not So Heavy
You Drop It On Mine...
You Leave Tiny Trails...
That You Want Me To Find
Tho I Wish, Tho I Might
To Release You Of Pain
Your Baggage Is Not...
Mine, For The Claim

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