Cry yourself a puddle,
fill your glass with these tears,
half empty or half full?
please, what's your opinion, dear?
We can make a joke,
make it a show for all to see,
put my broken heart on display,
show the world what you did to me
My crime was never action,
but an object inactive in its own respect
every word that was never spoken,
it's written on every surface that can reflect
Just another failure at an ending,
too strong at the start to follow through
but i'm an expert at that, don't you see?
all the evidence is written on you