You're Listening To A Dead Man Speak

They say true understanding only comes when you're alone.
Well here you'll find me standing lacerated to the bone.
I'm lacerated to the bone. I never learn from my mistakes.
I should have kept my distance, should have left well enough alone,
now I watch you feed me the last remnants of my soul.
From your mouth I watch your words escape,
from the ground I watch you walk away.
I'm lacerated to the bone. I crawl across this concrete floor.
I hear me say, "I should have known I've seen this all before".
I'm breathing in this vacant hole where no one comes and no one knows.
I should have seen the weeping walls
and closed my ears to desperate thoughts
and now I'm breathing in this hole,
a strange corner far from hope.
A head crush man with hopeless fears.
I should have known to leave this place,
this bitter air this vacant space.
I should have left without a trace.
I should have run when you touched me,
a perfect touch laced with defeat.
A single touch to make me weak.
You're listening to a dead man speak.
I never learned from my mistakes.
I should have fucking known.