too young to get bitter over it all too old to retaliate like before

in these days of days I wish it all away

I thought things had changed but everything's the same

did I give you what you came for

caramel

but I have a feeling we're close to the end

I've been waiting long for you

that’s not right that’s not normal

you and I are down head-first in another world I heard

you were laid inverse living on a promised word

I'm not your problem to be corrected

so heavy I fell through the earth

to you who brought me back to life to twisted thorns that grow inside

to drink from life's flowing stream (p̣̝̰̯͖̲̼̜̲͍͔͉̜̳̞͎̲̤̥͙̫̖̞̬̤̦̮̟̩̺̗̼̤̝͖̯͈̺̯͎̟̲̘̟̰̼̳̝̯̦͖̲̪̻͕̯̳̼͎͔͈̥͈̘͚͎̹̻͍̤͚̠̝̭͔̰͇̫̫̰͖̠͚̟͇̠̞͈̹̗̳̰̖͍̙̠̯̝̮̲̞̪̹͔͎̤͍̳̖̥̣̲̭̟̺̣̝͎͓̘̪͚̲̱͕̣̲ͭͬ̇ͫ̋ͫ̈́̅̊̾͗̄̆̋ͩͤ̊̿̂̓̉̂̆͌̅̇ͫ̉̽̓ͨ̀̊͆ͬͤ͗ͮ́̓ͤ͌́̓̄͗̈̿̈́ͣ̂̊̽͊ͤ͐͆̊͗̅̂̋ͦ̍ͫ̓̄͂ͦ̃̿͒ͧ̑ͨͫ̅ͥͪ̉̾́͆̾̍̑̈́̑ͣ̅ͧ̽̿̏͒̃͐͆ͩͧ͋́̿ͭ͋ͮ̃̔̆͌̿͆͐ͪ̓̒̿ͫ̑̃͂̾̾ͥͭͧ́̓͆ͥ̉ͭ̈́̃ͩ̌ͦ͆̈́͌̄ͣ͒̉̇̌ͥ̑̓͑ͭ̋ͪͯ̓ͨ̌ͥ̊̐̇̈́̍̎̈ͦ̾̓͑ͮͧ́̆ͪ̂ͧ͐̔̓̚̚̚ͅͅó̼̼͍̟̼̝̻̜̥̼͖̠̟̥̣̥̪̟̥͖͉͕̜͈̯̤̘̻̱͍̟̥̜͓͔̲̺͍̔̓ͩ͊ͥ̽ͭͧ̈ͤ̀̋ͯͧ̆̔̋̾̓̔̽̿̐̈̃̀̇̎̏͗͌̎̒ͯ̿̏͐͛̽̔ͦ̒̌̇̔͒͐̒́ͥ͆̓̑̑ͧ͗̇̀ͮ̎͊̓̓͒̚i̹̪̳͇̞̖ͫ̏̾ͥͫ̋͛s̗̝͇̣̦̜̖̩̯̭o̻̤̺̳̠̰̦̮͚͕̺̱̟̝̝̪͓̪̖̩̙͇̣̫̺̬̥̬͔̪̩̗̩͎̿̄̽͑̓̉̔̃̈́̈́̉̅̾̈́͊͊̉̃͑̑̒̓̽̾̄ͮ̃͛ͥ̓̇ͭ́́̃̓̏̈͐̆̅̄̀ͭ͋͑̑͆̿ͣͭ̚̚ͅn̰͓̖͈͉͕͖̙̣̼̲̤̝̪̻͍̬͖̺̼̣͉̦͇̤̭̉͐̔̽̀̓͂̆̽ͮ̓͒̆͌̓̈́̒̿ͪͫ͑͑ͮ͌͛́e̤̳͚̯̪͇̝̠̘̥͕͎̪͎͔̙̩̙̮̳̹̝̥̭͓̥̹͚̘̝̬̤̳̮̬̞̹̲̫͖̣͕͈̦̺̟̥̯̼̝͉̩̼͇͍̣͚͎͍̪̘͈͖̗̳̪͖̠͔͔̹̗͔̻̤͓̜̖̪͇̝̬͈͙̻̹̼̟̹̙͖̬͉̙̺̠͔̩̥̦̼̲̱̭̙͍̥͍̟̣̖̩̟̙̪̗̘̭̲͈̠̙̜̼̤̻̠̲͙̯̗̭̩͕͙̻̱̠͕̲͉̮͕̮̩̟͎ͥ̇̇͐ͬͦ̿͗̃̾̃ͨͧ̾̈́̄̈́̋̌ͫͬ͂̉́́̎̏ͮͮ͑̽͋̈́ͫ͊͋̂̏ͯ̀ͧ̀͗ͯ͗̂ͭ̆ͤ́̇̊ͤ̑̓ͥ̒͑͊̏̇͑͂͋ͪ̎ͭ̔ͨ͒ͮ̅̈́̈ͬ͋ͣ͊ͮ̎ͬ̍͐̒ͭ̐͗̔ͯ͊̂ͪ̾̅ͨͦͣ͋́̓̎̔ͯ̌̈́̈́͐̾̈͐̇ͬͬ̃̌̉ͤ͐͑ͧ̓͋̓ͮ̍̓̈́͗̓̾͛̃ͧ̊̊ͫͧ̾͊ͣ̅͌̾ͪ̊̀ͫ̉́ͭͬ̅ͧͥ̽ͥ̑̏͆̐̾ͬ̿̈́̒̉ͣͨͣ̅̾̄̂̅͑ͨ̄̍̅͆̋̇̓́͗̚̚̚̚̚ͅͅͅͅḍ͖̦̜̫̩̳͈̫̳̇̓̍̐̒ͤ͌̓̌ͨ)

switch up the energy cover the scars