The Apple, and I

Eve
Pulled down the apple
And bit me to my core
Sucked the juice out of
Who I was
and All that I stood for

I am not a cynic
No I am not a pessimist to blame
It's not on me that
The giving tree gave all it could
That Day

What's your fascination with the
Things that I can't do
Do you get off to watching me
Fall does it
fire your fuel?
I am nothing but your
statue your
vessel your
entity your
empty mind
Welcome to the show
Do you like what you're seeing
This time?

I found the bullet
Knee deep in my side
The blood was dark
and turned to rust
It had already oxidized

I am not a cynic
no it doesn't benefit my hand
to hold up what is left of me
And all that I could stand

What's your fascination with the
Things that I can't do
Do you get off to seeing me
Cry does it
fire your fuel?
I am nothing but your
temple your savior
your entity
your empty mind
Welcome to the show
Do you like what you're seeing
This time...

I am built up from the ground
I am all that's left to save
I am more than what you told me I was
I am unafraid

Look at me now with those
cunning eyes of yours
Stare for so long your
sight turns to soot
And you
can't see me anymore
My skins made of ivory
Lie to me tell me
its fair
Cut my Achilles, chain me up as
Who you want standing there