I'll sit stony faced and cold hearted for years if it will protect me from you.
If you had a fragment of an idea of what went on my head, you'd suit yourself up in armor as well.
I look in the mirror and I've come to hate the person I see. I'm my own nightmare and I'm not ready to go back to sleep just yet.
If thoughts were worn on the outside, I'd walk alone.
Be the one that joins me.
