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 soul, this being, all for what?
Poured this time, 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 sits not well
A deeper meaning that I will understand