I had a moment;
a few weak minutes.
I thought about ending early.
Then I surely wouldn't lose.
How can I lose a game
that I never really finish.

Breaking down into crumpled pieces.
Reaching for goals but falling for shame.
Either smiling for fun or masking the pain,
All too quickly you’r progress slips away.
The threats that are screaming in your mind,
Hide the joy that belongs there.
Every night is just a struggle to breathe.

The pieces in my chest are too crushed to be called a heart,
and glass tears stream down my cheeks for the last time.
Because tonight I can’t reassemble myself again,  
not like I’ve done so many times before.
I think I’ll just stay broken,
and feel the weight lower me down.
Close my eyes and rest,
for once to feel peaceful;
for once to feel nothing.

Who engraved into you,
the idea that your hands were only made to work,
and love was something meant for someone else.
Who convinced you that your worth was found in the way you fixed what they broke.
Because you confess to me that your chest is comfortably numb
and you can take it...
But I don't want you to take any more.
Your strength is so beautiful,
with its gentleness
you keep me safe.
I want you to cry about the birds leaving and smile at her return.
Dance in the storm with me and tell me about your dreams.
Run further then you were aloud and yell at the clouds for hiding the sun.
My world would crash without those hands.
Some things can stay broken,
but not your wonderful soul.