Time merely changes circumstances
People not so much
Slowly we are worn down
To our thinnest layer
And what is this
That I would live
A life made only of regrets
With a heart
That does not even beat
And my greatest accomplishment is this
That I have walked with many souls made of stars
And I have learned nothing
Except that I am made of glass
All I have seen
Is that which you have shown me
Whatever I have tasted
Is not as sweet as your kisses
For everything I feel
Is not with my own heart