You know what you feel.
You know what you feel
And you fight it more than anything.
I’ve often asked myself why,
but it’s clear that you aren’t fighting the feeling,
you’re just fighting the past.
You know I’m not him
but you can’t convince yourself
or remove the stain he left behind,
you let him in and he burned you,
so to guard yourself, you tell yourself we’re all like him,
even though you know that’s not true…
Know that while you continue to fight, I’ll fight for you too.