I get angry at myself
Because we were never meant to feel this sadness
We never had a chance to cut our feet
Or jump off the bridges into frigid waters
Plunged into depths of radio silence and slow motion feeling
I get angry at myself
Because I never meant to hang onto a fraying rope with such force
They say your heart beats faster when you're afraid
And I don't doubt the science of adrenaline or passion
But I doubt your fire because the moment our matches got wet
You let your lights burn out
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