Under the microscope, salt and water is all I see.

On me, they were stronger than a hurricane's sea.

CO2 to the earth I breathe, but H2O to the heart that was never free.

Zero dollars, is how much I'm worth to you, a something you can not get used to.

Used to the idea of a life worth living to me.

A diamond meant to define, to forge a bind.

I built this project we call life, and you don't see me in your half of the ride.

A battle with rules, not walls, to protect what's "mine."

I draw my hands in a battle of quote, instead of a sword to your spine.

Victory sheds tears as I sail in my boat,

Instead of joy from those three words that made me choke.

This was a game, and I was the blueprint

I was a design, stolen, and you couldn't finish it.