Sitting atop of the throne you've built, peering down upon an average boy Filled with mistakes, instilled by insecurities A hardened shell that I broke down or at least took a piece of A glance was all that I have needed,to shut the door Poured this time,this soul,this being,all for what? Poured this time,this being,all for what? A promise that was too good to keep,every word that was held... You say I am the same story, but a deeper look projects a different image, one that sits not well A deeper meaning that I will understand