I take solace in the glass castle I built,
A smoke-filled room,
Unused pieces of silk.

I need to numb myself,
Or I will combust.
Unfortunately, this is the hand that was dealt,
The universe is simply unjust.

I wanted to scream,
To yell and hate,
But you invoke only love in me.
I think pain has always been my fate.

Our game has been played,
And "no" has always been your answer.
I had hope you would choose the future we could make,
I keep searching for happiness, but that hope just grows fainter.

Maybe it was my fault.
Maybe I'm the problem.
I'm tired now and full of doubt.
I'm lost, stuck in this solemn.

I think I was born to be hurt.
It hurts so deep when your name I say
Maybe I'm not supposed to be loved.
Maybe this is just my price to pay.