It's like a crystal fountain
Spouting out perfection,
And in the end we see that
we were mesmerized.

Now the fountain's dry,
and in the public's eye
it holds no more purpose
except to hurt and haunt us

The bottom of the basin
is dried up like a raisin
it's dusty and in shambles
it's where my heart now lies

Months have come and gone
rain came with the dawn
and now my heart's content
and I am whole again.