Creation imperfectDo you defy this?Could you and your swollen ego fit
Into my master plan for failure?
I take the shame to heart and lock it away
In a place that sees not the light of dayI will use it when I see your face again
Your head in your hands and this is my cue
If three words could heal you I would only speak two
Your eyelids grow heavy and this is my cue
If three words could heal you I'd only speak twoHow could you think and after all you put me through
And all you put on my shoulders that I would answer your cries for help?
How could you think and after all you put me through
And all you put on my shoulders that I would answer your cry for help?Unleash the rage built up
Show you how you hurt me and hopefully you see
You have the power to destroy
My will to live