I knew it was something else
Its always easier to believe what they say
You filled that void of emptiness
I must acknowledge failure each time I see you
Thoughts were once perfect are now as fragile as glass and break in a whisper
Sincerity is meaningless like words on a paper
When I opened up to you, so impressionable
I am but a stained glass reflection of stupidity
I am but a paper model, to experiment with, do with me as you must (6x)
I dredge on, so open so vulnerable
I'll make sure that
I'll will be more than I was that time.
Never again to pass through these same things, this is but a mere shadow of who I will be