Go back to the memory
Because I’d much rather be
Anyone but me

This is not the work of disaster
The jester
Imposter

You will never find me
Looking through the eyes of the beast

Forgive me
Spite me
Don’t hate me

I am losing sight
of all the lines I created
Even when you say it
You say nothing at all

Go back to the memory
Because I’d much rather be
Anyone but me