Looking out this stained glass window,
it blurs while the colors start to run.
Smothering me in darkness,
blocking out the sun.
This is the longest center aisle,
Just to walk to say goodbye?
I canít see where I am going
Acidís burning in my eyes.
Itís painful sitting in these pews,
Iím being crushed beneath this cross.
The hardest sound for me to hear,
is this stranger speaking of my loss.
If they would all just stop talking,
Iíd wish for one more day.
If I could wish for anything,
Iíd make it all just fade away.
But nothing can change whatís real
or whatís haunting me now at the door.
I relive it all with these words
that I could never say before.
Now Iím back in this grave
where I tried to sleep it all away.
The brighter side is overrated
and every color's black and gray.
Just like the ink that writes the words
smeared once again across my face.
Telling the story in my reflection,
I've already seen the mirror break.
Now what lies in every piece of glass
cuts me up everyday inside.
Sometimes the pieces never come together,
after someone you love dies.