Letras: Life Without a Jacket. The Lauded Fraud.

You use to be the one I called home,
stable as a house built brick by brick.
Yet the slightest of winds knocked the foundation
right off the ground and left us out in the cold.

How's your life without me? Can you breathe?
Is it ecstasy? Why can't you find your back to me?

It's times like these that I can get scared out of my mind.
Tell myself, "Anthony, you'll be fine."
I put myself out there in hopes of being lauded,
only to be told that I'm a fraud and that I'm finally caught.
I made you see what there is to see.
She gave me all her sympathy and then she walked out the door.
I haven't seen her since,
and I'm still sitting on the floor with my stoic countenance.

And now I'm trekking through the cold winter snow;
nothing but the faint plume of my breath to show.
On my own for the first time,
everything I've ever known is so out of sight.
Where you'll be by 10:15 is something I never want to see.
My insides feel as desolate as whatever future with him you have planned.