Back from the Dead

I cut you down; now you’re back from the dead
Buried you in the ground but you sprouted instead
I can still hear your voice in my head
It whispers to me while I’m laying in bed
I read your poetry of spite, remember you said:
«if you can’t live without me, you better drop dead»?
Well, I’m in physical pain; there’s a storm in my head
When you talk of me, do you only see red?
I’m a tangled web of curses and spite
Of tissue, blood, and bones
‘got more friends than ever bfore
But I’ve nevr felt so alone
It’s just a ghost, an apparition
I deny this memory
I hate waking up after dreaming of you
My brain’s my enemy
With bags under my eyes, carried myself away
If you don’t want me here, why’d you ask me to stay?
You reached out your hand and you grabbed at my soul
I’ve heard it before and this story gets old
I’m not gonna die just for your sake
I know that my life isn’t yours to take
You’re not gonna guilt me into heartbreak
Not while I’m awake
I’m a tangled web of curses and spite
Of tissue, blood, and bones
‘got more friends than ever before
But I’ve never felt so alone
It’s just a ghost, an apparition
I deny this memory
I hate waking up after dreaming of you
My brain’s my enemy
I’m a tangled web of curses and spite
Of tissue, blood, and bones
‘got more friends than ever before
But I’ve never felt so alone
It’s just a ghost, an apparition
I deny this memory
I hate waking up after dreaming of you
My brain’s my enemy