You tell me that you are different
              I’ll be saved and I’ll be lifted
              It’s not easy but I’m trying to believe you
              All the angels lost their halos
              I have no choice but to let go
              There are times when I feel paper thin and see-through

They made me kneel. I didn’t do anything wrong. But they made me apologize…. I want to make them bow. I want their kneecaps to crack, and freeze on the stones. I want their necks to break from bending.