Same Story, Different Day - Taken

Sitting atop of the throne you’ve built, peering down upon an average boy

Filled with mistakes, instilled by insecurities

A hardened shell that I broke down or at least took a piece of

A glance was all that I have needed, to shut the door

Poured this time, this soul, this being, all for what?

Poured this time, this being, all for what?

A promise that was too good to keep, every word that was held… You say I am the

same story, but a deeper look projects a different image, one that sits not well

A deeper meaning that I will understand