I thought I knew, I thought I saw All the writing that you left me on the wall Through the gem you left behind, And taped encouragements to find… Your portrait hanging like a lighthouse on the shore. And all what for? What do I trust? What should I say? Don’t think I know you well enough to feel betrayed About the gem you turned to hide, And how easily you lied But after all of this… Why does the thought of living up to you make me feel small? When now I’m not sure you’re worth living up to...