I know all too well those words were aimed at me, And I've employed a shell, A well used, well designed and well maintained veneer, Against which these words flutter like blood stained bu*terflies. Persistent yet but harmless, knowing if I let them in they will wreak ruin and I'll be straight back to a place a decade gone. Use your words. Cut my favours, seamless razers, on board parting ships I'll waver, Catch this final whisper of integrity. Reap the plunder on this final breath of honesty, I will say nothing more. These are my final words as snowflakes cover me, A blanket of derision in a world where you must hide out from words, Persistent yet but harmless, knowing if I let them in they will wreak ruin and I'll be straight back to a place a decade gone. Gone, A decade gone, Where have I gone? When will I belong? Gone, A decade gone? Where have I gone? When will I belong? Gone, A decade gone, Forever wrong, I still don't belong Gone, A decade gone? Where have I gone? When will I belong? Words from friends can kill or cure.