You hold the gun
As you hold the knife...

Wants control
Of life...

And as your eyes go so fast
As to read my own typing...

Feel like I'm living
Behind glass...

I think of you and
The tears pour out...

It wasn't meant to last,
Broken glass...

You buy her classes,
So she can get into concerts...

You change like the wind,
Go one way, then...

Wake up in the morning,
Decide who to be...

Life used to be so
Clear cut...

Walking through this life,
Struggling for control...

This life is doomed,
This life of mine...