Daggers of glass in my feet,
Expressing myself as best as I can,
Still stumbling through freezing snow,
With glass in my feet.

I'm slowing to a stop,
Beginning to not care what I become,
The glass digs itself deeper once again,
I can walk a thousand miles,
and get nowhere.

That's the idea that I'm presenting,
The glass digging into my bones,
I know that I have nowhere to go,
Lie to me again, will you please?

The glass under my feet hurts so bad,
But I'm walking underneath the surface of the ice,
Maybe I'll find a way in the snowstorm,
but under the ice, I'm frozen.