Returning to a place of old
In 7 years I've turned so cold
The house you built, it makes no sound
The song you wrote is buried now
The river flows just as before
It rings and writhes outside my door
Now it's dead and tortures me
Your song made it live and breath
As a child I had a home
A place to feel alone
But safe
Now I understand
You were watching me
All of those days
You gave me paints and paper
Told me I was a creator
Just like you
Well, look what I've created
It's a symphony of hatred
And it's all because of you
I want to die
Just like you
Everything I feel
You felt too
You cried alone
So do I
You died alone
So will I
So will I
-Lucas Frazier
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