Blessed are the shallow,
Depth they'll never find.
Seems to be some comfort,
In rooms they try to hide.

Convinced of my deception,
I've allways been a fool.
I fear this love reaction,
Just like I knew I would.

If I was not so weak,
If I was not so cold,
If I was not so scared of being broken,
Growing old.
I would be,

Frail