You're quick to respond
If it's a matter of hinderance
I've checked upon the past
It's there and it's evident
That if it's not about to carry
A bundle of guilt
Then it's a bad thing
To say to me
I can't imagine
That you're favoring
Authenticity
So you say you're gonna
So you say you're gonna save me
Go to the light and help me be seen
But I never wanted you to fix me
'Cause this was more for you
Not what I wanted to do
But you keep saying that you'll save me
An empty promise just passes by
And I know you hate to see me cry
Why does it havе to be a bad thing?
(Why does it have to bе a bad thing?)
You only respond so you can make amends
For the moment
The stakes for you solely
Surrounded by pity
So you say you're gonna save me
Go to the light and help me be seen
But I never wanted you to fix me
'Cause this was more for you
Not what I wanted to do
But you keep saying that you'll save me
An empty promise just passes by
And I know you hate to see me cry
Why does it have to be a bad thing?
Driven out of fidelity
Through guilt
It was out of the picture as soon
As you expected for capes and a toolbox
To fix you
Is a promise still empty if your
Reciprocity’s present in small ways?
Yes
So you say you're gonna save me
Go to the light and help me be seen
But I never wanted you to fix me
'Cause this was more for you
Not what I wanted to do
But you keep saying that you'll save me
An empty promise just passes by
And I know you hate to see me cry
Why does it have to be a bad thing?
A clearly vapid attempt to make amends
Coming off more as pity
Rather than a genuine plea for forgiveness
Inevitably condescending and pointless
All in a shallow endeavor to absolve one's self of guilt
Episodic bursts of kindness
And charity don't free one from culpability
Forgiveness is not owed
Forgiveness is earned