Afterthought Lyrics

I no longer have things that make me happy

I am no longer me

I feel I'm the sum of all my worst qualities

Hold the words to your lips, would you say it differently

Once promised, and prideful

Now just an afterthought

A game we play of spiraling premise

I am not your friend

Could you erase the remains

And feel sorrow for it

I wouldn't blame you

I am not your burden

There is no redemption, I've made my peace

To suffer in corners those of which you never see

To be forgotten, was I ever here

The lack of memories seem frightening

There is no display

I am no museum

The souls of my idols walk through me

All I can grasp is envy

You are my maker

You are my master

Roll up my flesh and make me better

You are my calling

You are my witness

Roll up my flesh and make me better