Glass Skin

My vision begins to blur,
The glass sky, the color of the wind,
The merry-go-round playing alone,
I wave,
My somehow faded voice is more important to me than my guilty conscience,
Tomorrow I sleep, leaving myself behind,
Emptier still than any tears of comedy,
Left to be just taken,
Left to be just damaged,
Here...

In the dark morning, I pretend the window to be a picture frame,
I wake my sleeping skin and press my hand against this wet piece of picture,
Spring blossoms and the petals fall, giving life to the river,
Swaying from side to side, where will you go?
I put my hand on the heavy and closed door,
The remains of the parade,
The silence laughs along with the fact that I won't be sleeping again tonight,

Emptier still than any tears of comedy,
Left to be just taken,
Left to be just damaged,
Here, let there be love...
The jokingly-dancing seasons endlessly hurt,
Left to be just taken,
Left to be just damaged,
And to be melted by the dreams I hold out,

I bleed as my way of compensating everything to you,
How heavy is blood?
Happiness and sadness lie too close,
The hand that will be born tomorrow, will be simply pure and nothing else,
I can barely see you now with all these tears,

Emptier still than any tears of comedy,
Left to be just taken,
Left to be just damaged,
Here, let there be love...
There is a ferris wheel, where I can look down and see you from,
The melody that just comes crumbling down is also so sweet and beautiful, it's frightening,
The shadow exposed by the sun is branded into my memory,
And it touches my heart more than any shallow words combined