why is it that sadness doesn't make a sound i don't want you around i gave you all i had, then you swiftly gave it back i don't know what you want
everything is caving falling into ruin everybody learns we spend most our lives just picking up the mess but there is never less
a broken little boy from the window where he fell i did not love him well if jesus is my friend then i don't know where he went with the heart that he stole
i look in your eyes and there i see a version of me i'd like to meet while lying alone inside the dark wondering what our lives are for i must cut them out and zip them up in the palms of my hands so i can look whenever i feel like giving up but then you'd be blind so i must stop