Ropes that tie, the ropes that bind.

Provoke: I'll provide the situation, you provide the words.
Disinter the secrets in the back of the church come midnight.
Try to believe in forgetting and forgiveness.
You can't, can you?

I learned a while back to never expect much, to want nothing in return;
Now that I think back to it, that's what I received.
Your once fragile composure was shattered in my dreams,
Turns out when I woke up, that's just what seemed to be.

You've got forgetting to a down pat,
Just pretend we never had those laughs together.
It's a safe bet that you'll forget you once were all to make me smile:
I lived for you, and you saved me from who I would have been,
but we'll forget that just like the last time we took a breath.

Tell me; did you live for me?
Did you breathe in hopes you'd make me happy?
This dream isn't shaping up to be what I thought it was,
Confess, on your end did you ever call it love,
Or was I just another photograph in that memory box?

The structure isn't great. The one long line looks amateurish, and needs to be broken up.

But every single word every where else spoke something to me. It relates so heavily to me at the moment, and I love it.

Okay. You don't have to listen to this if you don't want to, but I would've structured it like this. I just wanted to make a general suggestion.

Provoke: I'll provide the situation, you provide the words.
Disinter the secrets in the back of the church come midnight.
Try to believe in forgetting and forgiveness.

You can't, can you?

I learned a while back to never expect much, to want nothing
in return; now that I think back to it, that's what I received.
Your once fragile composure was shattered in my dreams,
Turns out when I woke up, that's just what seemed to be.

You've got forgetting to a down pat; just pretend we never had those
laughs together. It's a safe bet that you'll forget you once were all to
make me smile: I lived for you, and you saved me from who I would
have been, but we'll forget that just like the last time we took a breath.

Tell me; did you live for me?
Did you breathe in hopes you'd make me happy?
This dream isn't shaping up to be what I thought it was,
Confess, on your end did you ever call it love,
Or was I just another photograph in that memory box?


That's just my own opinion, and I never like to comment on structure, but it really would make it so much better.

Thank you. =)

& I forgot to hit enter there at the longer line.