i would be . . .

convinced of my deception
i've always been a fool
i fear this love reaction
just like You said i would

a rose could never lie
about the love it brings
and i could never promise
to be any of those things

if i was not so weak
if i was not so cold
if i was not so scared of being broken
growing old
i would be...
i would be...
i would be...

blessed are the shallow
depth they'll never find
seems to be some comfort
in rooms i try to hide

exposed beyond the shadows
You take the cup from me
Your dirt removes my blindness
Your pain becomes my peace

if i was not so weak
if i was not so cold
if i was not so scared of being broken
growing old
i would be...
i would be...
i would be...

...frail