Breathe in, breathe out the pain is all the same. Faith stained, i'm not the same Yet people choose to believe in me. Why? Meaner, Darker Could care less about the feelings. You let the past get in the way, critique for the way I recover. So? Am i void and empty? Simply because i'm not pretty inside have I disappointed your old reflection? I'm actually good. I can't help it if you're tilted. Before. bright and bold, Loved by everybody. Made mistakes that penetrated deep but now standing before you redesign, a newer model. Cold. Me. You. It's still the same Hard times, times are troubled Shield themselves to save the truth Run. Gun. Metaphorically. Strong and confident, in and out Bare and hallow leaves a mark With every breath I still hurt don't toy with it. I'm done.