He threw the glass at the wall…
Tears falling slowly down her eyes,
I held on to the couch.
He holds her by the wrist…
Pulling her down from the bed,
I clutch tighter.
He drags her to the ground…
Her hands looking for mine,
I don’t shed a tear.
He pulls her by the feet to the door…
Lines of abyss running down her face…
Screams of silence in my ears…
I let go.
Running towards her now…
I tell her I am happy…
I tell her they made me…
But I unmade myself tonight.
Some memories never die,
Pandora keeps them alive for me,
And everything else is just,
The lies we tell…
The lies we tell them…
The lies we tell ourselves…
