I can't remember the day when everything wasn't stressful.
I can't remember the day when a smile didn't have to be fake.
I can't remember the day when the stars were shared with a loved one.
I can't remember the day when I didn't have to hide from my problems because they were too painful to face.
I can't remember the day when I was happy.
I can't remember the day that I felt proud of doing something special.

I can't remember doing something special..  for this generation is now about survival. The day didn't use to be like this.

I can't remember the day.

Everything that builds inside
And everything that breaks
Everything that you let go
And everything that you can take

Everytime you want to leave
And everytime you cry
Everytime you've ever wondered
What it'd be like to die

Everywhere you find yourself
And everywhere you go
Everywhere you're left behind
And everywhere you're alone

Take those things
Take those times
Take those places
Put them into words

Loving you is like walking on broken glass
Shards sticking into my ****** skin
Memories of you
The pain of cuts for all the mistakes I made
And the blood as red as my searing desire

You are as scattered as the glass
But I am not glue

I'm air

So thin and brittle
Cold and harsh
But caring
I cannot melt you so your fixed
But I can hold you with my love
And keep you as well as I can

Don't tell me
My love is any less than fire
Or the sand and rock you come from
Cause each as the power to break and fix you

But only I can keep you firm
Holding you in assurance
And even in a broken state
I will caress you
My love
My shattered glass

You know,
we give a little bit of ourselves
to everyone we know.
And we hope they will cherish it
and care for it
But the truth is they end up
abusing it.
That's why everyone is *******
And we all act crude
Because no matter what
We're killing each other everyday.

Her eyes are filled with tears
Because you have hurt her deeply
You never really cared for her
You have destroyed yourself completely
She can never trust you anymore
You have thrown everything away
Nothing but dark clouds on the horizon
There is nothing more to say

stare at nothing in particular,
but they imagine hands that once
embraced their own.

And that nothing in particular
materializes into
everything those eyes want to see -

another moment to hold those hands
and look into eyes that do not grieve at all.