little boy ii

has your heart grown hard, would you make me tear it from your chest / before you’d let go of it, are your eyes still as arrogant / have your hands held tightly, even after i left them broken / i swear i cherish you, but would you bend that to your end / would you have my patience tested, would you cast in your inheritance for your sin / i’ve known your struggle, but would you despise me as if my arms had left