rough draft

I tried to tell you how I felt
More so I could try to try to fool myself
And you were the cause, you were my fall
I don't have anything, you could take it all

And when I drag myself back home
And when I leave this puppet show
You're the difference.

And you were the thing that I held dear
Bright shiny stones lodged in your ears
A broken grey man seranades
With blood on my shins, my skin - the concrete pulled away.

And when I drag myself away
When I break the words I made
You're the difference.