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No one would tell me all the things that could be
and i never had a chance and so i ran
I never was prepared for all the things that I'd see
frozen still I clinched my hand
making up for lost time, i made a friend in me
given up hope, i lost demand
redundancy played out, cliches worn and useless
no words to describe missing memories

Caught in the middle of a breaking story
crashing overhead I took my cover
shattered windows fall like raindrops
dust and screams they sew my eyes shut
balance beams go unsupported, they topple down almost unignored
piping's bursting, and copper's cracking.
The second floor is falling on me.

frustration will shadow all the things that i fear.
angered fists to bloody to help repair
the isolated care, will never feel so near
like this falling chandelier
making up for lost time, i took my final breath
given up hope, i fell to the floor
redundancy played out, and phrases labeled wrong
no words to describe stolen memories