A scattered mess./ A shamed account of false assumptions./ Laying right before our eyes./ What's this for?/ The only sense of warmth./ When confusion fills the holes./

Played it out on scarred and old foundations./ As this scene plays through my mind./ In the light./ So simple, so coherent./ Tell me, do you like them now?/ Do you like them now?/

And she looks so fragile stading there./ With open eyes that bleed the outcome of this circumstance./ And as for me I'm feeling weak./ With weary hands, too tired to keep a grip on harsh realities./