There's so many people flowing through you
That your veins have enlarged
Because you treat your heart like a parking garage

My hours are gone with the wind
They're soaked in the folds of your skin
The minutes spent touching
Amounted to nothing
And I'll never see them again

My edges were sharp from the very start
My attitude is a product of a broken heart
Now I carry a treasure in need of guarding
Creating an environment for my heart to harden

I'm standing on the high way
Screaming at the top of my lungs
Begging someone to love me

She is trapped
The sun had caught her
She's hasn't been a child
She's nobody's daughter

Going on getaways wearing nothing but wits
And the almond cream lotion she butters herself with
The sun disappears, it's not beauty that fades
Under her white bikini and Versace shades

You think you understand everyone's contemplations
When actually they're all your own considerations

And while you're considering what they all consider
You fail to recognize that you are made of mirrors

I found you deep in a cut drenched and *****
you were soaked down to your socks in your own self pity
When you flickered and flinched as I removed the bandage
and dabbed off the blood left by years of damaged,
you asked me to check in 12 years from that moment,
to see if you had blossomed from that paddle of atonement
Do you still hate that man I picked up off the floor
and dragged like lead through the valley of remorse?
If your answer is yes, then say less my friend
But you whisper No, then let me find you once again.