• I'll hold my hand to the window leaning
    With my back against the ropes staring at the sky.
    A tear falling from my eye,
    The glass raining down cutting into me pouring down like knifes.
    I'll turn to ribbon and blow away,
    I'll stay here as confetti celebrating
    I just hope I don't get thrown away for my imperfection

    The rain can fall, and you're heart may call.
    I may stand here shrouded in darkness,
    lost in the cold.
    I'll give you everything I have to hold
    And maybe I won't mess up this time.
    I should have learned from this glass rain.
    Guess I love this pain.

    I'll slide my hand along the screen.
    Staring at the serenity of the evergreen.
    Silent sobs slip secretly in this madness.
    Wound up tighter than a guitar string.
    Always, Always blamed for everything.

    We are the cause we are the reason
    We are the fear and we are the treason.