There's broken glass on the floor by my bed
It's been there for quite some time
So I retreat to my bed, and I don't leave.
My mother doesn't see it,
She says it's just not there.
But I am afraid of cutting my feet again,
So I stay in bed.

There's fire outside my window,
and the rain won't put it out.
It's been like this forever,
So I don't leave my house.
My sister doesn't feel the heat,
She's not soaked by the storms,
But I'm afraid of burning alive,
So I stay inside my house.