I've got both hands wrapped around this iron gate
You asked me, "Where do you go to be alone?"
Now, I'm turning away, because you've fought your way in
To the confines of my mind, challenging my empathy

I played the role of the martyr all too well, trust me when I say
"It's better to pick yourself up than wait for someone else to do it for you."
Dressing up this pain inside your heart to set out on display
Let me be the first to say, you looked better when you smiled

I walk away, because you've fought your way inside my thoughts
Speaking like you're ready to give up, and what will that gain you?
I'd hold out my hand to help you rise to your feet
If you'd only treated my compassion with a little more grace

This attic, it's left covered in a film of dust, is this what you wanted?
A solitary place to sit inside the dark, to cry your heart out all alone
Alone you shall be, for when I offer out my words as comfort
I get lashed back with cynicism, and what did I do to deserve that?

Breathe in that dusty air and let it cake your lungs
You're wasting away in any case, speaking like I haven't got a clue
Did no one ever teach you that you're not the only one to have failed?
Or are those walls so built up you can't even see that I've bled as well

Don't put me on that pedestal and say I'm gifted
Praising my heart that bleeds in unison with a stranger's
Only to treat me like one who's never been touched by hate
Speaking as if you know all of my secrets; you don't know me best by half

Is this what you wanted? Someone else to turn away?

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