This infamous word ”just”
Just break the chains that hold you captive
Just release the anchor that holds you to the lowest depths of suffocation
Just relinquish the fire that is scolding your senses
Just cut the rope that has formed the noose around your neck
Just paint a new picture or write a new song
Just keep sight of the glimpse of light at the end of the tunnel while the darkness covers your eyes
Just write a new story with the pen that was never in your possession
Just heal over the name that has been carved into your being
Just fall out of love.
Well my “just” is far different
My just is in a bulletproof safe and only you have the key
My just holds a gun to my head
My just has wrapped me up in barbed wire and watched the blood run down my tainted skin My just laughs at my suffering
My just has fallen into such a deep pit of Hell that I would have to meet Satan himself to find it
And I still love him.