Time flies, when your broken inside.
Striving for perfection, through others eyes.
and these wounds won't heal, no way to ease to pain. Hate is all we gain.
Trying to savage, what little pride we hide. We're lost, Lost,lost,lost in space.
And we can't help the way we feel, we feel like we don't exist, trying to exist.
And we can't stop the way we act, it's the pity in our blood. Shame from above.
But we try to help the way we look, we're better off fake, than what life sets us to make.
And we can't help the way we see, see our selves, through glass windows.