Look at this mess of glass on the floor,
Shattered into pieces...

I sit here,
Tired and worn...

I can't read your expression...
I sit here all confused...

Sitting here,
In a room...

This sinking feeling inside of me,
It grows every time I hear her talk...

Wishing on eyelashes.
All that glitters...

Please.
Stop...

I reach for your hand,
but you don't reach back...

I'll see you later.
No worries...

The feeling
Is surreal...

I enjoy your company.
We talk...

Trying to find a place to hide
Knowing you're an ugly monster...