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.