Do as I do.
Child of mine...

Reaching out, to take a hold of your hand slowly.
You'll never break my heart, and for that I am...

She can't help but cry.
Knowing she's done so much wrong...

So is this the way we are going to leave things?
Beautifully broken, with shards of shattered hope...

Could you move on with your life, if I walked...
Would you even protest to stop me from walking...

Poetic thoughts, that flow from mind, through pen...
Flowing magically these cursive words await...

Let me fake a smile.
Just a little one...

Set me free from this demon inside of me.
Lets re-create, re-write and re-live it all...

Your reflection is what holds the key.
Pressing you lips slowly to the glass...

I'm hold on for dear life.
Feeling like I'm being torn...

Here she holds your still beating heart.
The one thing, she thought was hers...

I am a perfectionist that's been made.
All good, has it wrongs in my mind...