Cast me not into the eye of your hatred
I’m not invincible to all that lies there
You’ve heard that these words are sacred
That there’s less of a shell protecting those who deeply care
A greater heart shall mean a greater target
Therefore the hatred you throw, I am not immune
I already lost before you drew your weapon
My target rests much greater than the moon
For all of my existence, I’ve owned the curse of the greater target
I carry it and my purpose serves to care
Your words are the perfect disguise
Behind them is hidden the very fires of hell
Burning those around you for your pleasure
Burning right through my paper thin shell
Cast me not into the eye of your wounds
I’m not invincible to all that rests there
But nonetheless shall I chose to drown for you
As drowning beside you offers more life than surviving without you here
I care about you more than my own skin
You matter too much for me to cower away
And that is why whatever the weapon I’ll never win
My target is greater than any strike against what you say
I hate you for hurting me
And for making me feel this way
I hate that I can never be free
Secretly still, my desire remains to stay
