for the last time

Just like that, the fire we thought was put out engulfed in flames again You're there, dictating what his life meant. dèjà vu seen it once, seen it again. grief grief grief but only yours, huh? only shallow enough to see your own. never the impact one life has on others. only what you had lost because keeping the walls up focusing solely on yourself is easier than dealing with your own hurt no one else can hurt you while that gate is up right? wrong. keep those blinders on though act like you can change the outcome act like you're on control and you might just get a semblance of it you might just fade into yourself. might be enough to convince someone else to care about you. and only you.