Glass Hearts

Hey Hey you sitting there sitting there and staring at the screen reading another tale from me a chronicle to my life Please don't sit and ponder my composition please don't sit and ponder my inquisition for I need your mind to form an opinion upon my recent actions Please bear with me let me gather up the scattered letters letters that form the words the words I've scribbled down for rehearsal a rehearsal for a play I sloppily put together... I constructed a love letter just days ago to pose a poster of happiness I've finally managed to star in a carbon copy of a starry sky for you all I know the twisted tales of my years as a man of misery I constructed to a love letter to thank a friend to thank a personal someone for reaching in through the fog reaching in through the debris the Sorceress and her followers allowed to build up and block out contain the gem inside the cavity inside my chest a figurative treasure chest Ironic, a treasure I am not one Sorry, where is my train of thought Oh right, it's here directing itself to the point to save myself from the temptation the temptation of being subdued the temptation of feeling the pressure of of lying to the love letter of burning it to take back what all I had said of running back, running back to reclaim my title of the man of misery of running back, running back to the hole in the dirt to be buried treasure once again disappearing in the hands of the Sorceress I tried to break the ties sever my hands that would try to reach back systematically drive away the Sorceress and her minions but how could I when before the love letter I promised so much to so many I promised so much to so many in vain I promised so much to so many it's just so hard to lock up in a box and just say never to open again I found the words so hard to stomach the words so hard to spill And the look I received the attack that followed I've never meant to become a destroyer of worlds who am I to become a destroyer of worlds I'm just a kid from a small town always thrown rocks to keep a cool head but to throw rocks at glass hearts throwing rocks at glass hearts... With every heart that breaks I turn from 5'9 and fall 7 inches shorter but I guess it's one of my rewards my gift of being a curse my promise of being a threat my ever after of being a perfect disaster I once shouted I would never be happy again but now that I felt it finally for all of these years ...what could that possibly mean for me Hey hey you sitting there sitting there reading these words reading my tale from the chronicle of my life Please don't ponder my composition please don't ponder my inquisition please don't try to make heads or tails of it for all I ask is your opinion...