Our Parting Ways

This isn't half of what I'm feeling.
This isn't half of what I'm giving into again.
Will we brace?
Will we part our ways to see the best of us leave... and never be set free?
This isn't what makes me believe.
It sure as shit ain't fuckin' what made me.
Death isn't release from the memory.
How could I forget a thing?
Defenseless to trenches you made.
I'll carry the message across.
The ditches don't fulfill the shame.
The rest is all but a living rot.
The lines we've drawn are crossing out.
Those eyes you dot won't reckon with.
Our ways, they will part and emanate.
Your trace is lost to say the least.
This isn't half of what I'm feeling.
This isn't half of who I am.
When the rivers overflow and the bridges get cut loose, I won't ever want the truth even when you're gone.
Why am I to ruin everything?
When are all of you to turn on me?
I won't ever need the pity.
Please pause it all.
The lines we've drawn are crossing out.
Those eyes you dot won't reckon with.
This isn't half of what I'm feeling.
This isn't half of who I am.
This isn't half of what I'm feeling.
This isn't half of what...