2 acessos
Sitting atop of the throne you've built,
peering down upon an average boy
Filled with mistakes,
instilled by insecurities
A hardened shell that
I broke down or at least took a piece of
A glance was all that
I have needed,to shut the door
Poured this time,this soul,this being,all for what?
Poured this time,this being,all for what?
A promise that was too good to keep,every word that was held...
You say I am the same story,
but a deeper look projects a different image,
one that sits not well
A deeper meaning that I will understand