If they'd only look behind the mask
They'd see a heart that's made of glass;
Slowly shattered, slowly breaking,
Behind closed doors it will go on, aching,
Longing for hope, an ample peace of mind.
Whilst no one is watching it'll continue to unwind.
Broken dreams, wishes of the past
That never amount to anything, that are never meant to last.
A desire to love and be loved in return
And escape such loneliness, the heart can only yearn.
To find is one thing, to keep, another
After all is said and done, all is left is a broken lover,
Continuing to suffer
The heartache, the loss, the unanswered questions,
And a brokenness of having never met expectations.
