Tekst:
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 sould, this being, all for what? poured this time, this soul, 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 sites not well a deeper meaning that i will understand
