I will build myself a homenout of the cinders and the dustnI won't surface for a yearnI'll drink rainwater from my cupnand I will dream a whole new scenerynso far from what I lovento see myself in dreams just standingnstaring at these doors long shutnand I will count my fucking blessingsnthat I am even here at allnnI'll take comfort in each miserynI'll cherish each stumbleneach fall's a little closer to the beginningnto the start of every songnthat sleeps so silent in your chest nthat sleeps so silent in your soul nnand I won't pray for you nI won't long for your safe return nnand I won't pine for you nI won't wait to be told to run nnI will suffocate all notion nof an existence without this nI will negate an understanding nbetween free will and realising nthat anythig I had ever prayed on nthat anything I had ever loved nwas just the echo of some other nthat I swore I'd never touch nand I will call myself an army nand I will call myself a king nand I will never love another nI won't recall a single thing nnand I won't pray for you nI won't long for your safe return nnand I won't pine for you nI won't wait to be told to run