Destro Stoic
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