Been like this
You drowned me in it
Now I see it
Now I see it

Things won’t ever be
What you want them to be
The dead branches don’t ever
Fall from your tree

Been like this
Never questioned it
Now I see past it
For what it is

Things won’t ever be
What you want them to be
The red caskets never
Bled just for me

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