I guess It's really over, this life we made.
It singed and scoured the clay in our hearts, though it was poorly molded. Still, this is not how I thought we'd fade.
Still our life was wrongly folded.
Foolishly smiling in the midst of all the pain, I guess with me there's nothing to gain.
This life has fallen, shattered on the floor, I just wish I didn't care anymore.
I guess our love was just a pottery class failure from the very start.
The proof is in my now broken heart.