A sharp splash of glass upon my broken grave.
There’s only one way back home.
Death looks into his eyes; he looks back at his face.
Cold windowsill beneath his bare feet; he’s not the man to make these kinds of decisions.
Maybe someone will catch me
Maybe someone will save me
Short breathes of air, the only thing left to take
He closes his eyes and feels the wind on his face
“These pillars of hell…”
Destruction of trust, they fall to the ground
Descending to heaven, a breathe of fresh air
The whole way down.
Maybe someone will catch me
Maybe someone will save me
Short breathes of air, the only thing left to take
He closes his eyes and feels the wind on his face
He goes back to his childhood, to where he felt at home
He envisions his mothers face, and smiles one last time
Will he feel this long enough, will he remember her face then
Will I see her again? Will I see her again? Will I still wake up when I hit the ground?
No, don’t let me forget. Please don’t let me forget. What I fought for this long, please don’t take it away
I came so far only to cause more pain
I’ll leave a scar along with every shattered dream
I’m falling so fast, they can’t see through my eyes
They’re so blinded by this act, but its much more than that.
Lifeless bodies, they can’t go back home
Fallen bodies, broken families
