I built this all for you,
A glass house on a hillside,
Observe as the world passes on all sides of you,
Yet you break the walls from the inside,
Letting the glass fall around and cut into your hands,
As you grind it back into bloodied sands.

"The world as you perceive,
Aims only to deceive,
Don't bother trying to find reprieve,
Find your home with me and don't ever leave."

You shook me by my shoulders,
Shouting, pleading that I understand,
The more you begged your hands grew colder,
No matter how harshly you reprimand,
I won't come down,
I won't ever drown,
Not with the likes of a destructive hound.

"The world as you perceive,
Aims not to deceive,
But to try and find something to believe,
Burn down your home and leave me be.

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The world as I perceive,
Breaks me down to my knees,
I'll try to find something to believe,
But burn down the home and grieve."