Beyond Repair

I've already moved on.

The emotion is gone.

I'm beyond repair.

You weren't even there.

You walk in like you own the light, pretending that you’re true.

I can smell the disappointment radiating off of you.

I've seen that blinding, hopeful look a hundred times before,

You're just the next set of footsteps heading out the door.

You're looking for a weakness, I can see it in your eyes.

I know the exact second that this feeling finally dies.

I'm just waiting for the signal to pull the thread apart,

To save the final pieces of this wreckage they call a heart.

They keep walking in and out—that’s the price I won't pay now.

I watched the others leave, but I refuse to take a final bow.

I’ll tear down every memory before the leaving cuts too deep,

This heart is staying locked inside the lonely place I keep.

I’ve found my safety in the emptiness; that’s where the damage ends.

You think I'm building walls, but the truth is I just quit.

I haven't got the energy for any kind of intimate fit.

My tired eyes just glaze over every hopeful thing you say,

The feeling left my system and won't be coming back today.

I don't respond to kindness, I don't react to the pain.

You're looking for a weakness, I can see it in your eyes.

I know the exact second that this feeling finally dies.

I'm just waiting for the signal to pull the thread apart,

To save the final pieces of this wreckage they call a heart.

They keep walking in and out—that’s the price I won't pay now.

I watched the others leave, but I refuse to take a final bow.

I’ll tear down every memory before the leaving cuts too deep,

This heart is staying locked inside the lonely place I keep.

I’ve found my safety in the emptiness; that’s where the damage ends.

I finally stopped the cycle, but the cost was something vast.

I had to kill the future just to escape the bitter past.

The coldness isn't armor; it is the person I became.

I’ve drained the empathy, there is nothing left to name.

The only feeling staying is the silence in my head.

I can't feel pain because the part that felt is finally dead.

(Music fading, cold synth or deep bass beat repeats)

My door is finally closed.

The truth is now exposed.

This is the life I chose.

Nobody knows.