LYRIC FOR SALE

By Polaria

No More Love in My Bones
(by Polaria)

I pull the weeds from my heart.
Watch where love once birthed this spark.
Watch me strike the match.
Run!
I’m off track.
Tried to tend, bend, bleed for your approval.
Now I look like the fool.
And you —
You just watched.


Acted shocked
when my absence screamed in holy hymns
for the ones who really needed them.
I pull the weeds from my heart, corrupted from the start.
I dissect every shattered part.
If I crack,
fully,
loudly,
wide`
Let it stitch up my broken pride.
I infect each branch of those rotting roots.
And I’ll dance on your grave in my favorite boots.
I just wanted your love. Your respect. But I was born a deficit.


This mirror I hold,
does it shame you like a stain on all you ever loved?
Did I do something wrong?
There’s no more love in my bones.


This pride was my own.
This pain in my tone;
This story is my song.
No more love in my bones.
But still stories to be told.
So many stories to be told.
Did I do something wrong?
There’s no more love in my bones.
Lost searching for your;
“Approval.”
Now you look the fool.
I took teachers and preachers back to school.
Now you beg for my approval.
There’s no more love in my bones.
This house was my home.


This story was my own, before I saw you all.
You are hard to love,
not what I thought at all.
At all. At all.