The skies were pitch
the deafening silence only filled
by the sound of violence
crickets chirping, blood spilled

The fireflies that used to be here are gone
Now they lie, down in the mud, torn
Now they've died, and the birds don't sing their song
No more of the soft tone that I used to know

The flowers didn't even grow
Covered and coveted in the snow
Lost in the gaze of this black hole
Stars lost their glow, as I watched from below

See through me
Like light through glass
Look to the future
and not my past

My soul is brittle
And so is my heart
When it cracks a little
The pieces are sharp

I'm a weathered window
With perpetually pulled curtains
don't want the cracks to show
'cause deep down I'm hurting

No one thinks they're fragile
Until they're broken apart
It only takes a smile
To hide a broken heart

Melan-choly, in me

Could you be, the one to set me free?

I don't be-lieve, in these things

I can't see the things you see, so easi-ly

Blinded by the glare of your bright-ness

Shine your light and let me feel, your soul-stice

The world is crooked ;
In its twisted       grip ;
it has us          hooked ;
and I fear every   slip

They call me a   perfectionist ;
I'll work until I'm the      best ;
There isn't a step I'll         miss ;
Nothing is worse than a mess