I've been called calm, cool, and collected, but there's something that's been neglected. It wasn't on purpose I just didn't know how to protect it.
I left it wide open if you can believe. And like an idiot, wore it on my sleeve. Now I'm more open to pain and I grieve, so for a while it takes its lead. Now I'm stuck at a point I can't believe; with bridges burned and tie cleaved, where hurtful thoughts are conceived, and sulfur consumed every time I breathe.
You See this thing once tempered in gold... is now too fragile to hold. And once it's been broken and mended as many times as mine has your heart of gold becomes glass.