This opened bottle cracked inside
Stands on the windowsill,
Can't take it out of my mind,
It bothers me for real.
And my lost soul, my wounded wings
Were here for so long.
I can't fly high through all these things
To place where I belong.
Can't find my home and the Truth,
Can't fight this wicked dream.
And for God's sake I can't see through
Your lies, it makes me scream.
It makes me feel the Misery,
The Torture and the Pain,
It breaks my heart so easily,
All tries to heal're in vain.
I'm like this bottle cracked inside,
I'm nearly torn apart.
Couldn't find my strength, I couldn't be kind
Like it was from the start.