The Truth About Me
So this is it? And what am I left,
With a plate full of disappointment but no regrets...right?
Then fine, take what you can, and give nothing back.
My brick walls are up!
On a foundation of steel nerves.
Or so it seems...
The truth about me is I'm made of glass
And I beg that you don't throw stones, disguised as words
The kinds that shatter and break my spirit, there's nothing to it.
But I beg that you don't.
So then, you admit it? you know its not our fate,
To be together and now you're certain of this?...no?
Alright I'll believe your uncertainty, I'll take nothing back.
My brick walls are up!
On a foundation of steel nerves.
Or so it seems...
The truth about me is I'm made of glass
And I beg that you don't throw stones, disguised as words
The kinds that shatter and break my spirit, there's nothing to it.
But I beg that you don't.
With a plate full of disappointment but no regrets...right?
Then fine, take what you can, and give nothing back.
My brick walls are up!
On a foundation of steel nerves.
Or so it seems...
The truth about me is I'm made of glass
And I beg that you don't throw stones, disguised as words
The kinds that shatter and break my spirit, there's nothing to it.
But I beg that you don't.
So then, you admit it? you know its not our fate,
To be together and now you're certain of this?...no?
Alright I'll believe your uncertainty, I'll take nothing back.
My brick walls are up!
On a foundation of steel nerves.
Or so it seems...
The truth about me is I'm made of glass
And I beg that you don't throw stones, disguised as words
The kinds that shatter and break my spirit, there's nothing to it.
But I beg that you don't.