Empty words and empty lips
Glass thoughts and long sips,
There are some things I'll never know.

Some of us aren't meant to grow,
While others bloom like the sun
Their songs sweet when they've begun,
I am left in the shade.

This is the bed I've made,
With sharp drops and dead ends
With fiery stillness and no friends,
With insistent screaming and guilt
These are the tall walls I've built.

Glass words and empty thoughts,
The pale flowers not yet bought,
Some things I'll only see from above,
For some of us aren't meant to love.