Pull me from the wreck
or watch and stand serene.
Shards of broken glass
shattered like the innocence
we lost so long ago.
See me empty,
and fill me with a false sense of warmth
and cold, so cold.
I don't owe you anything.
Purge this skin of feeling
Left me cold and trembling.
I don't owe you anything.
Am I afraid of
how much sense this makes?
Do I deny
and tempt the inevitable?
Can I restrain this flood
from rising, rising, rising...
I get carried away.
Can I restrain this flood?
