Can't you see?
It's the same old me,
sure i'm scared,
and maybe i'm broken,
but it's your fault.
You could have listened,
you could have tried,
Instead,
You choose to break me.
So I left.
And even now you hurl words in the form of rocks,
Straight through my glass heart,
But I will always try to live,
Even if you don't want me too.