Calathea House Of Glass
Don‘t walk inside
I'm building me a house of broken glass.
Every shard
is taken out
from all new-laid scars on my soul -
it's my hope of shaking walls
There is my world,
far away from yours,
something like my own shell where I live my dreams.
Another lonely day I wake up in this place,
too sick and tired to be brave.
Don't give me away.
Forget about me.
That hell outside is space where I can't breath.
Lost and blind
I raise my arms
up to catch the stars in flight
to find a way back with their light.
There is my world,
far away from yours ,
something like my own shell where I live my dreams.
Another lonely day I wake up in this place,
too sick and tired to be brave.
Don't give me away.
Don't give my weakest point away
so loud.
Don't let somebody take me out
my glass embrace,
of this never-ending maze.
Don't break it down.
I'm still alive
and like the black sky
piecemeal all the ceiling's falling down
on me.
There is my world,
far away from your rotting world,
something like my own shell where I live my dreams.
Another lonely day I wake up in this place,
too sick and tired to be brave.
Don't give me away.
Another lonely day I wake up in this most hidden place,
too sick and tired to be brave.
Don't give me away.
