As I drove home I
I found my fingers searching
for hair to pull,
and coming up short.
I felt that familiar pain
in the middle of my chest,
and that unwelcome thought
popped into my head.
*"I'm going to end up bald."

Innocence standing right in front of my eyes
Taunting me to get out of the cries
In my head, telling me to back away before it's too late
Before the hate comes rushing through, this feels so great
The pain I'm feeling is irritate, you're imitate
So stop before this breaks down, you're in a shade, I'm blazing red
I'm hot from this madness you're causing but wait look, there's a parade
Cheering me on to do what I don't want to, consultant please freaking consultate!
Look at my plate, it's emptier than a blank wooden crate
This date, this year, this month imprinted into my head.
So every time when I look at the calendar on this exact day
I remember it's the day u ******* up, not me, cya in hell mate.

The glassy sky shatters into a million pieces,
The shards of glass will fall upon us,
The glassy sky falls and crashes,
I'll embrace you with all my strength,

I love you, even when the sky cracks,
Care for you, even if it costs my life,
I'll hold you, even if the skies are black,
Marry you, one day you'll be my wife.

The glassy sky falls, but I got you.

what does your hand reach for
away from the power source?
why do you reach away from that which will heal and help you?
fame in the west
false sense of security and peace in the north
greed fuels the reach for the east
down south you will find heartbreak and misery
don't overextend yourself
give yourself a backache from reaching for a happiness that will never come
instead, turn inward for a moment
reach for the light that is within you
give the richest parts of yourself away
and there you will find true happiness.

Now this isn't me, why can't you see
That's the last time I swear to thee.
You know me well enough to know I ain't this,
But now you wana break free and make me release
This hold of you, after all I've been through,
You don't know what I've done, you've no clue
Now I'm stuck back I'm square one but in a second or two
Karma will get you back out of the blue

If you can dream and not make dreams your master ,
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim.
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster,
And treat those two imposters just the same.
If you can bear the truth that you've spoken,
Twister by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you have your life to, broken
And stoop and build them up with worm out tools.