Some kind of friction has scarred me, but created your new style
My reasons to endure used to be based around who you were,
And your brilliant passion that could blaze right in front of a perfect stranger
This is my downfall - my blemish, I've been told before
Quit holding on to what she was
She doesn't recognize you or herself anymore
She's stuck in the process of embracing what crumbles,
And when it happens there will be no apologies
She chose to collapse what held her,
And if not cautious there may never be a cradle to soften her descent, like clouds
New shapes are taken, but they're not always actual, they're never tangible
It's so brutal to see someone give it all up for nothing,
And having no power to stop them