Tell me what remains of all those statements made. Explanations fall so short of the truth. I've heard it all before a million times. Excuses run so thin. They make me sick.
My ears are deaf to you, so you can save your breath. When it's all said and done I'll still be here and you won't have enough fingers to count the years. My empathy is lost, my understanding is not coming back.
Commitments carved of the thinnest glass, it's just a matter of time before they crack. I put my fist through your empty words. I put this ink under my skin. I'm not giving up.