verticillium

Off in the distance not too long ago
A place of community, loneliness immunity
Took its roots and begun to grow
But that's not the whole story
It's filled with fear and dread and misery
But that's not what cults want to show

Crafted me into something I'm not
Took my hand and convinced me I'm not
My stomach wasn't really butterflies in love
But my fear tied in tight into knots
Now watch me bloom into something I'm not, or so you say
Bit your hand, can't convince me I'm not
Ripped away what's meant to be butterflies in love
Wilted and dead, leave my soul dead to rot, you have no say

Closed off and distant with a foggy mind
Abusive community, consequence immunity
That's what you wanted for all this time, hm-mm
That's the real and true story
Filled with your fear and dread and misery
But you refuse to pay close to the price, hm-mm

Crafted me into something I'm not
Took my hand and convinced me I'm not
My stomach wasn't really butterflies in love
But my fear tied in tight into knots
Now watch me bloom into something I'm not, or so you say
Bit your hand, can't convince me I'm not
Ripped away what's meant to be butterflies in love
Wilted and dead, leave my soul dead to rot, you have no say