Torn from the disillusions of love It always seems to take the self-assurance out of me I've been through this many times before I've seen the one I desire most slip right through my fingers This thirst for affection has left me in the cold just like my tendency To set myself up for something I knew would never happen How much longer will I hurt myself before I learn to give up on being content? In doubt, I wonder was my name carved on your heart of stone with love or did you feel that alone that you had to use me as an escape from desolation? With only a smile you took me away, but I never thought that same smile would cease mine Are you afraid to unleash the delicate emotions that broke you down? Or is it as hard for you as it is for me to assume the worst that you won't let me in to what's scattering throughout your mind? I never thought a few words could carry so much regret, words I'll never hear you say again This is my confession, there is no extent to what I would do to be sheltered by your presence Another day passes by without ever knowing what I could have done to have you here with me Please, don't leave me broken as the glass I once held to pick out the pieces of my shattered pride Because if you do, I can't promise myself to never pick up the blade again Thanks.