Listen—
You've got this notion in your head
One that states I'd be better-
Off dead
To think you'd entertain such a silly thought
But it's so baseless
You try to retrace my
Steps in the sand—
Oh how sad
You make a fool out of yourself...
Tell me, to what end?
You trase the trail I left behind
But every mark was by design
Mistake the pattern for the voice—
You never had a choice

So tell me—
Was it worth the try?
Drawing maps
Through a shifting sky?
You speak like truth
Can bend my spine—
And I don’t break for lesser minds

You chase the trail I left behind
But every mark was by design
Mistake the pattern for the voice—
You never had a choice
So tell me—
Did you hope I’d stay?
Stand in fire
Just to burn away?
You search for guilt
In what I’ve done—
But I don't mourn for what's been lost
You saw my hand and you called it chains
You never learned how to bear the weight
You speak of choice like it's something real
But I have learned what mercy can conceal
You call it fear when they stand with me
Not a step was forced beneath my heel
You draw your lines then pretend it's fate
But can't accept when it's too late
You chase the trail I left behind
But every mark was by design
Mistake the pattern for the voice—
You never had a choice
So tell me—
Was the silence kind?
Did you flinch
When you fell behind?
You aimed for truth
And found design—
And I was waiting this whole time