Whetstone - Conveyer

It took this long to figure out how you stole my confidence

With the tact and spite you taught to me, I’ll show you my lament

Is there still room for me in your head?

Every day I’m reminded of how I’ve never truly felt good enough for someone else

Holding on to the hope that I can conquer this fear

So help me filter through the thought of looking perfect instead of feeling

whole

This love isn’t patient or kind

Cut away at the source — a blade through my stubborn soul

Lance away at everything I’ve come to know

I pray you’ll take what’s left of a hardened heart

I am an open wound

I’ve cut away what’s left of you

You don’t need me

We don’t need anyone to feel complete

The true lessons of life are learned alone

Lets not become dust on the shelf

(We don’t need anyone to feel complete)

Lets not become dust on the shelf