I guess I'm a bit Cynical, but who wouldn't be?
I've been shamed for he made me bleed
Open I was, merely a child
Love was so potent, how could it be vial?
I placed my heart in your hand walls broken down
You put it with your others didn't know a smile meant a frown.
So I'm a bit Cynical, but who wouldn't be?
It's hard to be happy with nothing left of me.