Glass Rain

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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 knives.
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.