Broken windows,
All this glass,
Some things don't just fix on their own,
Ripped skin, tired looks,
I'm so tired of feeling like this,
Where up is just a place where you look from down,
I just thought for once you'd be around,
I'm laying in bed wondering,
If I'll ever get back up,
I've just had a eighty hour week,
I guess it's what I have to do,
But I still made time for you,
I can't stop thinking about how
You're breaking my heart,
But I guess it's something you need to do,
I guess I can't blame you.