Maybe it's the smell of the air
or the stars in the sky
that remind me of those nights
we're you'd ponder life's greatest mysteries
with your 7 year old daughter
and how I'd admire your faith in me
to comprehend the demons of your mind
because one day, they would become mine, too

Or how the wind blows in my face
on a cold winter night and there was something
special about that feeling
because you felt it too

Later we'd spend all day
up on a mountain
by the waterfall
with nature surrounding us
maybe it was the sound of the water
or the feeling of standing on the edge of the cliff
that brought me right back to those days

and how I miss every second

but you left
and now I hate that all I see
is you
when I look in the mirror
or when I think
or when I breathe
or when I cry
or speak

because I can't talk to you, still
without every one of these feelings
rushing back

I don't think, at least
that you think about me
when I'm all alone
spilling out the secrets
that I've hid for the past few months
because I'm supposed to be
new and improved
when I'm really just
stuck in a rut
thinking about what it would be like
to go back in time
and change my mind
I'm really just broken glass
that have footprints imprinted
on the surface of my world
because everyone fails to see
that I am still broken glass
holding up the world
and you
like all the others
walk on my glass
and fail to notice a crack

we're selfish creatures
in a superhuman world
where we **** what we need
in order to succeed

we live by standards
that god cannot touch
where we fail to find
the secrets of our mind

there's so much we don't understand
so much we can't comprehend
but we will pretend
that life isn't a dead end

and we'll do whatever it takes
to get ahead of the game and realize
that mankind
is a world behind
and we're just so inclined
to staying utterly blind

Crowded here
looking through the peep-holes
thinking about
which one of us will get out
like an arcade game
where his mind chooses
like a crane
which one of us he'll let out next
We know we won't be going home
but anywhere is better than here
stuck with the rest of them
left to deteriorate

I've been trying to make it home
but I just can't seem to go
He keeps me here
and makes me fear
the thought that I will grow

The magic is enticing
my heart will never rest
Never will I grow up
this is innocence at best
But is this really innocent?
Am I only just a kid?
I'm hoping for a release from
the world in which I hid.

In this little paradise
away from aging and time
because growing up is not that easy
when the future doesn't shine

So I stay in Neverland  
where happy thoughts will spread
But isn't it a shame
that this all became
just a thought passing through my head

Sometimes I think that we are more than just
blood pumping, eating, sleeping, repeating

I like to think that we’re here for another purpose
other than to just run the motions and ignore the fact that we are just
brittle bones, empty hearts, tired souls, forgotten woes

Understanding is difficult
accepting it is worse
so we settle on contentment
and call it happiness

My heart cracks
my mind melts
my bones shake
all for a love
that will never be seen

my love is all yours
so it could never be mine

but as I feel
emotions like bugs
rip apart my skin and crawl out
in angry patterns
make me weak

I realize that I need a love
that can be all mine