• Within this bottle that would crack,
    That would shatter,
    My emotions are waiting to explode.
    They're waiting for an opportunity to come out...
    But I won't let them.
    I keep them in a bottle,
    in a cage,
    behind those walls.
    Because I know no one will ever care enough to
    Jump the walls,
    Break the cage,
    Or smash the bottle.
    No one has yet...
    Why would that change?

    But the bottle isn't fully sealed.
    There's a leak
    Because when the bottle shakes,
    Some of the emotions escape.
    I can't seal it back up now
    It's too late
    The wounds are caused
    And the damage is done.

    How do you fix something
    that was already broken?