I use to tell myself,
it'd all be okay...

Sure, wrath may seem good at the time; good,
Enough to do your time; in the pits of hell...

I've always tried to look my best,
with these insecurities painted on my face...

I'm a perfectionist,
the timing must be right...

Pictures can hide a lot,
your pain; your vanity...

She's a train wreck and a half,
he found her walking a lonely path...

All my walls seem to fall,
as we speak once again...

You're breaking down beauty,
I can see it in your eyes...

Too many break downs to hold on,
this love I felt is gone...

Starving children,
being born into poverty...

My heart is in pieces,
get a glue stick...

I was afraid to love you,
I was afraid to care...