I gotta get out of here
leave the shattered glass on the ground...

Guess what all the clowns smiles are painted on...
hoping for other peoples joy to hide all they are...

Running through the corridors of her mind
the endless thoughts of hate...

Everyday she screams louder and stronger
just praying for that glimpse of hope...

The voice inside just wants to scream out
but i choose to keep it hidden...

The tide of time does not release,
the pain she feels does never cease...

She didn't want to make it through
but she didn't want to be left alone...

Why does it feel like you don't care anymore
when you obviously do...