...and when we're broken, down and out, what then? ah, and they'll tell you, build your walls back up again
but citadels are made to fall so building walls is just a self fulfilling prophecy.
Matching back the pieces patching up the cracks life is one big jigsaw
but what helped me to see was me being me not bending to their will.
breakages must be paid for therefore, and this is the crux no one gives two ***** when you're laying in the gutter you are just cheap margarine and they have all the butter.
so build yourself an island somewhere far beyond the shore somewhere where the breeze is gentle and you can hear the breakers roar.