Waking up my dreams have ended
Took back the beautiful world
By whom it was lended
I tell my heart from b4 to prepare
for yet a lot of pain is left 2 bare
there have to be more walls
more getting up and more falls
But now this all is just small
I've got a habit to crawl
I'm a shattered glass
with all its peaces
thats cracked all over
and shows an image that pleases
How much more fake can i get
How much more can i endure
What I'm trying 2 fetch
if it's real I'm not even sure
