Aftermath

Walk away from the aftermath 
The residue of raw emotion that you always leave behind 
Run away. Leave today. Spare the people in your path 
Spare yourself the shame 

When the blood that's on your hands becomes the blood that's in them 
You're to blame. That's your prerogative. 

It doesn't mean he is out to hurt the ones he knows 
They're just the box that's built around him not expanding as he grows 
He doesn't see that he's the one who is shattered by these broken dreams