It was just fuel added to the fire,
a burning sensation throughout my soul appears.
Once a pure heart of gold,
now slowly turns back to a dark, black heart.
And the mind which believed again,
soon relinquishes back to it's corner.

And on the brink of the breaking point,
you live and learn.
And people come and go,
and someone will come and fix you,
To only leave you more broken than before.
You learn that you can't trust anyone, anymore.

And that's just how society works,
because the cold truth is you can only rely on yourself.
If you give someone the pleasure of being your only
spark of hope, they take it and they crush it,
and leave you with your back against the wall
and bloodshot red eyes,
and tears streaming down your face at three in the morning,
and you're whispering to yourself "why?"

And you start to doubt your worth and purpose all over again,
and soon the walls will feel like they're caving in,
and your lungs will feel like they're closing up,
and your breathe will start to run short,
and the waves will start to collapse over you.
And in the end you have two options, do you sink or swim?