Through the broken glass windows, I peer out
looking at a world filled with hate, lies and doubts
wondering if this world has something more to give,
is it really worth the pain if this is how to live?

Shards of sharp glass carving through my skin
leaving scars that in the beginning sprung from him
hoping that someone will make me stop
I don't want the dark blood of my soul to drop

Wondering if he's frightened when he hears me speak
knowing that it's possibly not life that i seek
knowing that he was the beginning of it all
he was the one who pushed me into my fall

Walking in the corridors, hear the echo of my feet,
hear some other footsteps, wondering who I'll meet
I look at the dark shadows falling on the floor
wondering if they are only shadows, or hiding something more

Walking around the corner, suddenly meet his eyes
they tell me a story that ends with 'goodbye'
needing help, reaching out an empty hand
but he will not take it, he does not understand

The only thing left is the echo in my ears
putting my hands around them, not wanting to hear
but echoes and memories are almost the same
always reminding that it will never be 'us' again

So I start spinning this life, faster and faster
and then in the light I see the dungeon master
asking who's soul he has, and then I see it's mine
I close my eyes and wonder 'why?'