i fall apart at the first sign of trouble

i'm scared of a bubble

i'm weak and i struggle

no one can count on me

i'm made for show, nothing more than a facade

a soul that's flawed, a fraud

i'm a castle made of sand

you can carve me with your hand

or knock me over, wipe me out

the choice is yours i'm finding out

the choice is yours i'm finding out

i fall apart at the first sign of trouble

i'm scared of a bubble

i'm weak and i struggle

no one can count on me

i'm made for show, nothing more than a facade

a soul that's flawed, a fraud

i'm a castle made of sand

you can carve me with your hand

or knock me over, wipe me out

the choice is yours i'm finding out

the choice is yours i'm finding out