Dim - Like Pacific

Curse me with hope, validate me the same

Use yours words please, tell me you hate me

I think I can handle fate

You lie like I don’t But my word punctures through

No light shed on purpose, almost everyday

I feel my patience start to break

I’ll take my turn with fate, my open arms are less giving

The marks on my legs from climbing steps, the steps I take so you digress

Figure I’ll stay long, the effort was not bought, strictly borrowed from your

grip

I’m losing a person I never deserved this but that’s life I guess

No light shed on purpose almost everyday

Connected with weakness and my desperate taste

I was no one to you, no that’s not longer the case

I feel my patience start to bend and break