You've got some nerve standing here in front of me. Don't you touch me. Never knew I'd be so easy to dismiss. Don't take this wrong but I have nothing left to give. I'm the one obsessing over broken hearts.
And What it was I did. Shame on me for not recognizing the shame between us would soon drive us apart.
Nobody knows me but you saw something that not even I've been able to reach.
You've made me reserved, afraid to touch. For it all might just go away. When I see fire I have to learn to run away. Instead of reaching in, I burn, I scar. I just can't help myself, I never learn. I have failed a thousand times.
So much that I've been consumed by the greedy mouth of time.