The stony face, a true reflection

A sin to taste revisitation

All these walls have right angles

And all these thoughts are pure triangles

Don't hold me up for too long

I'm not that tough

I'm not that strong

Can you see how I'm guilty by the way I need you, now?

...a broken heart with new direction;

A blank, blank line with no inflection

All these walls have right angles

And all these thoughts are pure triangles

Don't hold me up for too long

I'm not that tough

I'm not that strong

Can you see how I'm guilty by the way I need you, now?

Now