When you weren't looking I knocked on the door of your soul 
I noticed glass was the product you chose 
Maybe I can help myself first before you see me marveling the build up of dark you hold  
You had rose petal eyes with words powerful enough to make old bruises swell 
you opened your mouth when the lights were out and the flowers flowed with a color I've never seen before 
It was beautiful until I got to look behind the curtain 
I glimpsed a circus of your own 
Lies with loop holes ego to the root of your show 
You'll never know what it's like to ache on your own