Currahee - That Nothing Was Lost

Give me a reason to feel real feelings again
You were the reason I wrote such beautiful words
and in the days leading to the end
All my memories of you ended lost and blurred
I blame the patterns of my youth
Finding myself with nothing to lose

I felt lost
I felt alone

And I learned I never earned never deserved much of anything
Sing me the praises of my childhood
and a time when my mind wasn't left dwelling on the good I provided

You meant something to me
You said you wouldn't and you fucking did

I can break down these walls
With my bare hands
the sting of my hands
White knuckles
Made red
the cracks of my ceiling are the cracks of my skin
New lessons to never let you in

I felt lost
I felt alone.