I wrote perfection upon your skin
You claimed it true, you proved it thin
Your ego grew until it had limbs
So I cut it down with axe in hand
All that you felt splintered your chest
Until every pain felt like the rest
You ran to the confines of the trees
Where I watched you grow away from me
Hollow
Nothing stays these days
Although
We fed to the space
Ooh
Certain circumstances
Showed true what was carved by each other's hands
What stemmed from the past
What would infest
In our hearts, in our heads
In our heads again
I didn't want to stunt you
I didn't want to see it unfold
I didn't want to lose you, doing what I had to do
Didn't want to see you lose yourself
To your heart of wood