In a way it’s like summer, autumn, winter and spring
It's a beginning, a bloom, a fatigue and an end
We latch on to each other
As if that would make us infallible
But we aren’t
We aren’t and we never will be

They say that beauty comes from within
But it’s hard to see beauty when one is broken
Hard to see when all mirrors are shattered
And there is no one to trust
And I am not
I’m not here to support you

Life has a way to do unexpected things
With good comes bad, and bad can be good
They come in threes they say
But what if we already surpassed eleven
They say
And they’re not here to help us

We talk about burning houses
Shattered glass and painting on charcoal-dry foundations
Hope is what we live on and dream of
But it’s not enough to live for
You stand proud
Too proud to face reality

It’s loneliness that I see
It’s a loneliness that will kill you
That keeps you from reaching, because you are afraid
And I am sorry, so so so sorry
That they failed you
They failed you so much

We live in a bubble of words (or swords)
And the words are tumbling down around us
How can we tell what will be left standing
When we can’t tell what is up and down
You reach forward
But you pull all of everything with you

And I don’t know how to help you
And I don’t know what to do
And all I want for you is happiness
I want you to be alive