What if every little thought
That lives inside your head
Instead of hiding away in there
Was spoken out, was said?

Would you be embarrassed?
Would you hate your mouth?
Would you rather be mute
Than let the truth come out?

What if every little thing
That people thought of you
Instead of being tucked away
Was heard, was listened to?

Would you be ashamed?
Would you cover your ears?
Would you rather be deaf
Than let the truth come near?

And what if every image
That passes through your thoughts
Was freed from its prison
To roam until it rots?

Would you be disgusted?
Would you look away?
Would you rather be blind
Than see your thoughts at play?

I think of you often
Do you think of me too?
You're probably just busy
I don't want to bother you.

I find myself reaching
For the friendship we had
But I'm left grasping at nothing
And this makes me sad.

Our talks lately are empty,
Shallow and subdued
I don't know what I've done
To make our friendship come unglued

I think of you often
Do you think of me too?
I just want to say
I'll always be here for you.

She was living strong
On the outside
But she was broken
On the inside
He was trying to heal her
From the outside
That way she would change
From the inside
Her soul was broken into fragments
On the inside
It began to reflect
On the outside
Trying to heal her broke him
On the inside
Now he’s trying to be happy
On the outside
They will gather the fragments
Of their souls
Put them back together
And become whole again

The chair I sat in, broken
The glass I drank from, broken
The light bulb in my room, broken
The window I look through, broken
The mirror with my reflection, broken
The wall I had up, broken
Now my heart, in pieces
Because of promises you couldn’t keep
I wanted to keep having faith
But I should have known when to stop
Now my heart is broken
Just like the promises you made