Every day I wake up
 The sun rains down on me
 But this one seems so different
 It's black as day instead

 Broken glass
 In time I'll pass, from here I swear I'm scared
 Broken glass
 And blood red snow, escapes from quicksand never last

 I must have done something wrong again
 Face the walls and hold him in
 It's not how life's supposed to be
 I've cried as many years as me

 Broken glass
 And blood red snow, my finger tips are scrapped
 Broken glass
 In time I'll pass, escapes from quicksand never last

 Broken glass
 In time I'll pass, from here I swear I hate
 Broken glass
 [bad word] fast, no more [bad word] I can't look back, I hated