As my world caves in, 

and no one else is there. 

As my world caves in

and I remember him in my hair. 

I take my scissors to the strands,

and snip them away. 

Perhaps taking away my world,

would leave a difference all the same.

My world is not a person,

but my dignity in my heart. 

As my world caves in,

and I am made of glass.

I turn to a sandy chart.

A chart of all the mistakes he made,

and he gilded me in sludge.

A chart of all the mistakes I made,

upon this hill I trudge. 

Who can I trust in this world of thieves? 

Take my dignity away. 

My words feel weak,

I feel so poor. 

In my world which falls away.