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