The first morning, the first time you realize you've laid it to rest yourself.nThat god died in you and you couldn't save you even then.nLord come into my life.nThese scars that never heal and the clarity that allows you to feel.nEnveloped, like the dead enveloped.nI wanted to change.nAs if being discarded were that easy and the nights ended up being that empty.nIt's so much more free, you were led by no one here.nThis place is warm the change is definite.nAnd I've been stripped down, time and time again.nAnd left for the gray, and the cold.nYour voice changes pitch and blurs, like a storm carries a ship, you couldn't save me even then and I should have known that.