A room packed with people, and yet I feel alone
Imprisoned in my head
And this might be your fault, since I gave you the key

For 364 days I have been your rock
But on day 365 I was washed out to sea
I only hoped you’d think to look for me
For 364 days I was your joker, your shoulder to lean on
On day 365 the tables were turned
Turns out you were driving on a one-way street

You want me to worship you,
Get down on your knees.

I wonder how something so beautiful has come to this.
How something so peaceful could turn so unnerving.
I wonder when these feelings will end.
I wonder if all of this has a greater purpose,
and then I wonder when I became so naïve.
I wonder how much has changed since I last sat in this very spot.
Since someone else sat here thinking the very same thoughts.

I wonder when I became so breakable.