what was once pride has soured to regret

i stare at my trembling hands in pure confusion

why does everything i touch turn to ash?

why can't i see what i have instead of what i lack?

i was almost happy that time

about something i had created

my perception is cracked and tainted

what i loved became what i hated

the first law of thermodynamics

the memory will linger and i will know that it still happened

even if i break it apart, throw it against the wall

i would be the one cleaning up the sharp pieces

oh, i made the mistake of thinking i was good at something again

now i realize how much of a fool i am

my hands shouldn't have ever touched that lump of clay

my mind should have known i have nothing valuable to say

i made the mistake of showing my soul again

i know it's wrapped in barbed wire but that's only because it's fragile

and even if you've barely pricked a finger

i'm not as agile and my confidence withers