I can feel the world crashing around me
Flying by so fast
Im stuck in slow motion
As the world keeps on going.
Cant you tell my heart is made of glass
Cracks running through,
Cant you see that one push will do me in,
Break my heart and then I will spin
Like a demented childs toy,
Broken but held together with tape and glue.
Wow I hate this place,
This heart,
This time.
Such a broken place
Where I lay on the floor
To be stepped on,
As you enter this door.
Always to help and never to receive.
What happens when I have nothing left to give?
Cant you see I am broken one this floor?
I have given you heart and you still want more?
What do I need to do just be free?
Just me and live happily.
I just dont understand why do some many just dont understand
I try to help the world,
But so how I still end up hurt it the end.
So now I say good bye to this ugly place.
I wish myself off this plane.
So goodnight big moon,
And starry sky.
Goodbye my prince for tonight I die.
