if i saw myself crossing the road,
i woul dput my foot down, slam it to the ground
id want it to hurt... its what i deserve

and if i found myself drowning at sea
i would take the anvil that you gave me
calmly and quietly to the ocean floor

and im so broken,
and wahts worse, ive broken others.
each lie ive spoken
seemed to lead to another

and if i foudn myself dancing in flames
and you offered me wings
i would remain...
calmly and quietly, ashes to the floor