Irrevocable, Motherfucker

I’ll never learn, I guess.
 It was a birth through burn before this ice in my chest.
 Ode to the ones that made, forgotten by us who changed.
 (And the pieces that fit together, they won't fall apart.)
 I thought you knew how to walk but you don't talk and I don't talk.
 I guess I became the worst.
 Would have thought you went first.
 But I couldn't stop.
 So stubborn, running in the rain.
 But who the fuck are they to say?
 Please let the dogs in, okay.
 No shame, no remorse.
 Further your fucked up way of saying I miss you.
 I'm not saying that.