Metaphor

You stole my pure intentions.
You are the sickness in between.
Let me in, I’ll bury the pain.

You taught me to be sad as you.
You almost made me take it all.
Let me in, I’ll bury the pain.

The sickness that you are,
a plague that made me starve.
Do you think you can show me,
how I've come this far?

You bend me and you shake me,
you beg me then you break me.
Let me in, I’ll bury the pain.

You made me feel like a sinner.
Now you fear you’ll die alone.
Let me in, I’ll bury the pain.

The sickness that you are,
a plague that made me starve.
Do you think you can show me
how I've come this far?

I feel it’s taking over.
Everything falls dark.
Break me open, the desperate cry.

The sickness that you are,
a plague that made me starve.
Do you think you can show me
how I've come this far?