A Collection of Sorrows, Part Two.

Hear me, hear me, cry, I swear to god I can see
All of the things that I have done wrong
I wish I could repent and that you could fix me
I would sing such glory repeated in songs

The things I know I can never forget
The heart I held but could never get
The strings of hearts and the marionettes that pull
The fire that claimed my beating heart
The strangers that walked me home from jail

But I am afraid of what’s behind this wall
I am alone at the door and my hand is shaking
And I can’t be the one to be breaking your heart
I made a promise I have broken the only thing I care for
And one day I will make everything so beautiful
The only stage I set is the stage I die on
So why can’t I just be the air you breathe

I could sing, but I can’t, I could sing
And would you listen?
But no, it all can’t be true
Did I really do these awful things to you?

So go out back, and grab your gun
I don’t deserve to be the one
Take the shot or let me free
I promise to death I could be
The only thing you could ever dream
So take this form of an apology

Your love is locked inside a house
Guarded by the strongest mouse
And I don’t have the key
It broke in threes
And I swear I will tear these walls down
And start anew
And I will build a fortress
Around you