I am in hermit mode
Looking at life through shattered glass
My heart spills like red paint
On a blank canvas
For the wall has many shadows
Running from the ceiling
And the sky is alive
But I\'m still holding on
Red roses weep at my demise
Petals fall in the rain
I am troubled
Yet distant from the truth
Kill me oh deadly sorrow
Embrace my pain
Tell me what is right and what is wrong
Show me the light that is not a child
Whispering secrets to an unknown soul
Oh what is my worth if I\'m not a rusty penny
Shining in the dirt?
My shoes are hanging on a cloud
I am destined to be free
And I shall drink my heart\'s blood
In the midst of shattered glass
While the rest of me is beating
Outside my door.