Same Story, Different Day Sitting atop of the throne you've built, Peering down upon an average boy. Filled with mistakes, instilled by insecurities. A hardened shell that i broke down or at least took a piece of. A glance was all that i have needed, to shut the door. Poured this time, this sould, this being, All for what? poured this time, this soul, this being, all for what? A promise that was too good to keep, every word that was held... You say i am the same story, But a deeper look projects a different image, one that sites not well. A deeper meaning that i will understand.