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?