I did everything I could,
Not that it ever did much good,
You’re looking for the end when you haven’t reached the start,
You still wouldn’t have understood

Why have you got to struggle all the time,
With things that aren't yours to fight they are mine,
It did not do much use now I've had another change of heart,
Well you’ll just have to get in line

Don’t push too hard,
Your pane might crack and break a shard,
Of glass pain that will slowly begin to cut us apart,
I’m sorry that I’m covered in all these scars