Your glass is half empty so that mine is half full.

How was she so empty
Oh how she was so numb
Unsure if pain could be felt
Or if she was finally done

She played her arm like a violin
She had to check and see
Was there any music left inside her
Any passion any glee

No pain was felt
But how she dealt
She saw the music
All red it slowly melt

Few do understand
What boiled under her skin
What she was scratching to dig out
Wasn't a simple sin

She had to find the music
She had to know the truth
Underneath the tears
She still had some of those roots

He had two years stains
Two stains upon his work shirt
No matter how I try
I just can't take them out

Holding him in the night
He ever could feel quite right
Oh how I love him so
The man still let them go

Even with the pain
Oh those **** tear stains
I love him so
And never choose to let him go

There's this really great girl
But for all I know,
She is gone long past the time
That the clock reads

Deep into the alley way
I say, she's got quite a smile
But you know when you don't that you can't stop moving
Because to her, Miserable is more like it

If she wanted to,
She'd be the heir to the throne
If I knew she could,
She'd walk this world on her own
But you know when you don't that you can't stop moving
Because to her, Miserable is more like it

Miserable is more like it, for her

...

Cracked window ladies
With torn dresses on purpose
A pretty yet strange tribe