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THE LAST OF US
I'm tired of falling like Icarus
High above the crux of Olympus
I've lost the other half of us
Holding on to the last of us
I'm still addicted to the tragedy
Living in the past where the pain will not die
Where you walked away from the misery
And now I don't know if I'm dead or alive
When I look at the ghost
That has scorned me the most
I know I've FUCKED it up
And I can't LET it go
I won't pay the toll
If you won't go
Because if I drift away
I won't find my way back to you
NO
Is it human
To be so weak?
Because I can't find the strength
To let you go once again
Is it better
To be bitter?
Because I can't stand the sight
Of the monster that I am
Because I am falling like Icarus
Deep below the pits of Tartarus
To find the other half of us
Letting go of the best of us
I know I made your heart a casualty
Now you are sick for a love you never felt
I'm choking on my own animosity
The harshest self loathing I've ever dealt
Die again for your touch
I've murdered all your trust
I know I've FUCKED it up
And I can't LET it go
I will dig the grave
For you today
I'll bury the one I hate
Just maybe you can forgive me
NO
Is it human
To be so weak?
Because I can't find the strength
To let you go once again
Is it better
To be bitter?
Because I can't stand the sight
Of the monster that I am
Because I am falling like Icarus
Deep below the pits of Tartarus
To find the other half of us
Letting go of the best of us
FALLEN out of control
DYING in the abyss
Nothing in this VESSEL
But these lifeless REMAINS
OUT OF time and hopeless
REACHING from the shallows
It is cold to MY HANDS
Bloodless but so GUILTY
I hate that I fell like Icarus
From your parapet of Olympus
I hate to love the rest of us
I can't let go
CAN'T LET GO
THE LAST OF US
High above the crux of Olympus
I've lost the other half of us
Holding on to the last of us
I'm still addicted to the tragedy
Living in the past where the pain will not die
Where you walked away from the misery
And now I don't know if I'm dead or alive
When I look at the ghost
That has scorned me the most
I know I've FUCKED it up
And I can't LET it go
I won't pay the toll
If you won't go
Because if I drift away
I won't find my way back to you
NO
Is it human
To be so weak?
Because I can't find the strength
To let you go once again
Is it better
To be bitter?
Because I can't stand the sight
Of the monster that I am
Because I am falling like Icarus
Deep below the pits of Tartarus
To find the other half of us
Letting go of the best of us
I know I made your heart a casualty
Now you are sick for a love you never felt
I'm choking on my own animosity
The harshest self loathing I've ever dealt
Die again for your touch
I've murdered all your trust
I know I've FUCKED it up
And I can't LET it go
I will dig the grave
For you today
I'll bury the one I hate
Just maybe you can forgive me
NO
Is it human
To be so weak?
Because I can't find the strength
To let you go once again
Is it better
To be bitter?
Because I can't stand the sight
Of the monster that I am
Because I am falling like Icarus
Deep below the pits of Tartarus
To find the other half of us
Letting go of the best of us
FALLEN out of control
DYING in the abyss
Nothing in this VESSEL
But these lifeless REMAINS
OUT OF time and hopeless
REACHING from the shallows
It is cold to MY HANDS
Bloodless but so GUILTY
I hate that I fell like Icarus
From your parapet of Olympus
I hate to love the rest of us
I can't let go
CAN'T LET GO
THE LAST OF US
Published 18th Nov 2019
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© 2019 Frank Green
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18th Nov 2019 11:27am
Quite the pic
Quite the Write-Gut-wrenching , I hear music rolling along with it ...it was almost instant Frank.
It might be the mood I'm in...I know You Write lyrically often, but I usually don't think of the music-during.
If You end up recording this-please forward what You do with it-I'm curious whether the music will be similar.
This truly was a dark Write, damn tearful!!!
Quite the Write-Gut-wrenching , I hear music rolling along with it ...it was almost instant Frank.
It might be the mood I'm in...I know You Write lyrically often, but I usually don't think of the music-during.
If You end up recording this-please forward what You do with it-I'm curious whether the music will be similar.
This truly was a dark Write, damn tearful!!!
