Can’t

Coming back here is like reliving my worst nightmares,
Restoring memories I wanted to disappear.
Coming back here is like giving up myself,
Selling my soul to the devil for free.

If I had a choice I never would come back,
But you entice me with threats of can’t-live-without.
It’d be better if I could leave forever,
If the memories would die along with our bond.

I’d kill them myself with my bare hands if I could,
But I don’t seem to have that strength.
I wish I could suffocate them under my rebellion,
Steal their breath with the glimmer in my eye.

But they won’t listen, and they won’t die.

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