It will start with a meaningless crack,
Don't think to hard about that,
'Cause then I'll struggle,
To cover it all,
And hide it away.
And trust me,
It will look as if I'm fine,
With it being covered up.
No seams nor cracks.
On the outside that is,
'Cause what I've really done is moved them.
But now there's more and far to many,
I can't keep track of them all.
...
So soon I will be the one to fall.