Restitution

[Bry89]

Over the years I have been used
Talked down, consistently abused
Made that I am nothing but a speck
Sometimes I wish I was fucking dead

And I had endured against my will
Life with you, time remains still
We stand in the midst of black decay
Around the walls, and in our minds
Then you leave, that is fine by me
But for the damage done, you will pay

Over the moment where there was nothing
I stood by you, expecting something
How many times do I have to pray to God
Before I collapse, fester and rot

Somehow I survived this bloody fight
Life in this so-called home, it's a fucking lie
The first time we met I saw a vision
Eye to eye, your hands inside of mine
But all I've received are the bruises and hate
For all the damage done, this calls for restitution

All that you took from me
Return it to me
All that you broke and left to die
Resuscitate, repair
And return it to me

It isn't that hard to see
The anguish and the grief
All the damage done to each of our hearts
Resuscitate, repair, or leave it as it is
But please return everything to me
It means a lot to me

Ignorance has created a lonely desert
In our once flourishing minds
Taking back what was lost may not be easy
But rebuilding myself up again is a must
And I hope you realise