I LIE HERE BROKEN, AMOUNG ALL THE SHATTERED GLASS, AMOUNG ALL THE BROKEN DREAMS. I CANNOT HIDE ANY MORE. I CANNOT MOVE FROM THIS SPOT.
I REMEMBER THE TIMES WHEN I WAS HAPPY. WHEN A SMILE WOULD SPREAD ACROSS MY FACE. WHEN A WARM SUMMER DAY WOULD FILL MY FACE WITH BRIGHTNESS AND COLOR.
AND NOW I'M HERE.....I AM WHAT I AM. I AM UDER THE FADING LEAVES OF THE OAK TREE. LISTNING TO THE WIND, LOOKING UP AT THE FAST MOVING CLOUDS, AS THEY SWEEP ACROSS THE SKY.
THE BIRDS SOAR IN AND OUT OF THE CLOUDS. THEIR WINGS FLAP GRACEFULLY IN THE SUNSET.FOR IF I WAS A BIRD I'D FLY FAR, FAR AWAYW HERE NO ONE COULD EVER FIND ME.
BUT NO, IM NOT NOR EVER WILL BE A BIRD. I AM ME. I AM WHAT I AM.
I LIE HERE BROKEN, GOING IN AND OUT OF BLISTFUL SLUMBER
I LIE HERE BROKEN, AMOUNG ALL THE SHATTERED GLASS.
I LIE HERE BROKEN, AMOUNG ALL THE BROKEN DREAMS.
SOMEONE COME FIND ME. SOMEONE COME FIX ME. IM LYING HERE BROKEN ALONE AND SO COLD.
SOMEONE COME HOLD ME. SOMEONE COME COMFORT ME. SAY "IT'LL BE ALRIGHT."
